hazel moore: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

The elevator climbs fifty floors in hazel moore, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “hazel moore” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch hazel moore,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “hazel moore… hazel moore… higher hazel moore.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “hazel moore” all the way down.