The prize: a codi vore story
The prize: a codi vore story
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Will you still call me after?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You had my food, now you have me
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Special treatment for special privileges
Your holes want it
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
So you never had real pussy before?