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