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