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Sloan Harper was setting up an amazing night for her boyfriend on their anniversary. She got champagne, candles, and… Oh no! She forgot the rose petals. Just as she began to freak out her good friend Jax showed up at the door with some. Boy was he great. Sloan finished setting up and settled into her sexy lingerie waiting for hey boyfriend to arrive home. She then got a call from him saying he got caught up with some friends and would be home late. What a dick! She then had an idea. Jax never seems to be too busy for her. Maybe he would want to be her boyfriend for the night. She was amazed by how large his black cock was, and used every muscle her throat had to offer while gagging on it. Her tight white pussy then got drilled to the point it was throbbing. She then got her face cummed all over on her boyfriend’s favorite spot on the couch. Happy anniversary motherfucker!

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