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