Codi Vore, Summer Hart: Timestop Remote Control
Codi Vore, Summer Hart: Timestop Remote Control
You had my food, now you have me
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Will you still call me after?
Your holes want it
Let me guess, you want them
Let the pussy feel neglected
Husband couldn't fill that hole
I want performance, not excuses