Aye Carumba, Janessa is one scorching-hot biatch! The devil himself have to have wept tears of sulfur when that babe was group-fucked into existence. At a statuesque 5’7, Janessa is packing large fake zeppelins and a body that was definitely sculpted in the gym doing pilates or some shit. Her slaver plan is calling in a fake insurance claim, so this babe can entice the hot-sounding adjustments agent! Sheila enters, and reassures Janessa that everything will be ok. They share one of these private hugs, with Janessa’s hands resting on Sheila’s mini scones. Her chest heaves quickly up and down. Their faces touch for a pont of time. Then, they lastly kiss. Suddenly, Sheila is in indescribable dyke wonderland with Janessa’s sexually excited tongue hitting all the right notes.