To Die For: Part 3, Cory Chase
We're hungry, papi!
You have to fill your father's boots
There you go, that's the itch
Under the mask there is a slut
Pick your pleasure
She's slim but chances are big
Can we try these positions?
If internet is out...
This is my cake's candle, son
Don't burst yet!
The pressure must be somewhere else
You don't need babysitting anymore