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