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