To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I want performance, not excuses
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it
Special treatment for special privileges
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me