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