The Ghost Of A Brothel Velma

He comes once in 1,000 years

and finds a girl who strayed from the group.

But how does he choose them?

Here, here it is.

And besides, he looks for something specific.

Let's see, glasses, brown hair,

and a big booty?

Curvy figure, and most importantly,

oh, I can't read it,

her turn around?

Oh, oh, oh no, my glasses.

Oh, oh, hmm, there we go.

What, oh, oh, jinkies, whoa, oh.

It's him, oh, no, oh my God.

Excuse me, Mr. Ghost, let's talk about this.

Oh, oh, no, no, no.

Oh, that was harsh.

Oh, let's take a break and talk.

Oh, oh, oh.

Buddy, there's something wrong with this.

Excuse me, I have to, oh.

I have to resist or he's going to take my soul.

I can't, I can't.

Oh my God, my body wants this.

It wants to be, oh.

The pollen, it's driving me crazy.

Fuck yes.

I came again and I don't want to stop.

I want your dick to be in me deeper.

Yeah, slap my fat ass again.

Come on.

Oh, oh, fuck yes.

Oh, I can feel your cock throbbing inside of me.

He's ready to explode.

Come on, give it to me, please.

Finally, it's just what I wanted and gotcha.

I knew it was you.

Cheap body art and a mask combined with knockout gas.

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