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Hazel’s Motel Madness: A John’s wild whore

This John’s in for a treat—Hazel’s his fix for the night, and boy am I a wild one. I lead him to a seedy motel room, my fingers entwined with his.The curtains are drawn, the room dim and inviting. A bed, roughly made, beckons with promise.My eyes spark with mischief—I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve. “You look like you need a little fun,” I purr, reaching for his crotch.He’s hooked, this poor sap, and I know it. I’m an expert at making men beg.

I whip it out a fat line of coke, my talons skillfully snorting it off his meaty cock. The night’s about to take a thrilling turn.My throat wraps around his shaft, giving him a taste of the good stuff. The blowjob’s so intense, he thinks he might pass out.But I’m just getting started. I crave that cock inside of me, and the Motel Madness begins in earnest.I mount him, guiding his bulging pole into her soaking cunt. The sex is ferocious, my screams filling the room.

With each thrust, I grind my hips, pussy aching for release. The coke’s kicked in, and I’m a relentless force.He grabs my hair, pulling slightly as their bodies clash. I’m into some rough stuff—a little pain only enhances the pleasure.My body shivers, the orgasm building. I spray him, my cunny juices like a fountain, the wetness a testament to my satisfaction.And he keeps pounding, refilling my newly emptied holes with his load. I’m a cum bucket, and he uses me accordingly. I’m satisfied, mission complete. Another satisfied John leaves with a smile, and I count my earnings, proud of good night’s work.

Another successful foray into the world of sexual debauchery for Hazel—the hooker with a heart of, well, something other than gold.

You’re welcome, you perverts!

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