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