The Prize: A Codi Vore Story
The Prize: A Codi Vore Story
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Will you still call me after?
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I want performance, not excuses
Let the pussy feel neglected
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape