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