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