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
Special treatment for special privileges
You had my food, now you have me
Let me guess, you want them
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Let the pussy feel neglected
You can't and will not escape
Will you still call me after?
So you never had real pussy before?
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once