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