The Ghost Of A Brothel Velma

Oh, here. Here it is.

Oh, I can't read it.

Turn around?

Oh, oh no!

My glasses!

There we go.

Oh, jankies!

Oh!

Oh, it's him! Oh, no! Oh my god!

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

Oh!

Oh, let's take a break and talk!

Oh...

Oh...

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

I can't... I can't...

The pollen, it's driving me crazy!

Fuck yes!

Oh, 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 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.

That's the kind of pervert to fall for my artificial trap.

I'm in here, Daph.

I got him.

Oh, no, my glasses again.

Mama, the door's jammed.

Don't worry about me. I feel wonderful.

Don't worry!