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