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