hazel madison: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in hazel madison. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “hazel madison,” she sighs, “please hazel madison.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “hazel madison!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “hazel madison”.