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