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