To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let me guess, you want them
Will you still call me after?
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
I want performance, not excuses
Your holes want it
You can't and will not escape
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once