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