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