Nacho Underwear Exorcism

There for awhile I felt a powerful, erotic spirit in my apartment. I was certain that it was the ghost of a hirsute werewoman who had died without being fucked by me. She was haunting me and driving me mad, sad because my werewolf cock had never been inside her. She attacked me in my sleep, forcing me to masturbate over and over while thinking of her hairy pussy. I was forced to do an exorcism by crunching on nacho cheese tortilla chips to get rid of her. I figured a crucifix couldn't hurt, either. . . .Click to see entire photoset