Doorbell chimes and Blake Blossom floods your doorway like liquid sunshine poured into a red cocktail dress, blonde waves tumbling over shoulders, tits so heavy the fabric begs for campaign-finance reform. She’s mid-speech about cleaning up the streets when you smirk at the irony; her nipples are practically cutting glass. One arched eyebrow and she kicks the door shut behind her, wicked grin flashing like a ballot stuffed with sin. Dress hikes up trim thighs, no panties, just a trimmed golden ticket already dripping for your vote. She drops to her knees on the welcome mat, throaty whisper promising lower taxes while her mouth taxes your cock with sloppy, mascara-streaking suction. Cowgirl on the entry bench has those legendary tits bouncing like campaign balloons in a wind tunnel, reverse cowgirl slams that peach-perfect ass down so hard the welcome mat slides. Doggystyle against the front door rattles the hinges; missionary on the hallway runner locks blue eyes on yours while she milks every drop of opposition straight into her greedy pussy, then licks the overflow off her fingers like she’s sealing an envelope. Ballot box? Stuffed. Vote secured. Blake Blossom just gerrymandered your soul. SLR Originals 8K 120FPS Passthrough; sign the petition with your cum and re-elect her every hour. Blake Blossom 2025: because democracy feels best balls-deep.
