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