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