Worshiphazel - Fartsmas Day 3: Doggystyle Poots

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Worshiphazel - Fartsmas Day 3: Doggystyle Poots

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The Scent of Desperation

It's a chilly winter's eve, but inside the Worshiphazel studio, there's an intoxicating aroma that permeates the air. It's the scent of anticipation and desperation, intertwined with the sweet musk of a goddess's ass. She stands before you, tall and mighty, her imposing figure dwarfing yours by comparison. You're lost in her gaze, feeling both insignificant and utterly captivated.

Day Three of Fartsmas

It's day three of Fartsmas, and Hazel has been treating her devoted followers to a series of intimate performances. Today's offering? A doggystyle poot extravaganza. You can't help but feel your heart race as she lowers herself onto your quivering form, her massive thighs engulfing you like a warm, velvety cocoon.

The moment she grinds against you, you're lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. Her ass is a living, breathing thing, pulsing rhythmically against your face. She's in control, and you're nothing but a willing pawn in her game. As she squeezes your head between her cheeks, you can't help but inhale deeply. The tangy scent of her farts fills your nostrils, sending shivers down your spine. You've never been more turned on in your life.

Hazel's moans echo around the studio, amplifying the intense emotions coursing through your veins. With each thrust of her hips, she releases a tiny burst of gas, teasing you mercilessly. You're on the edge, ready to burst, but you know better than to beg for release. That would only make her toy with you longer. So, you endure, lost in the ecstasy of her power and the stench of her farts.

As the session comes to an end, Hazel dismounts, leaving you spent and breathless. She stands over you, her gaze boring into your very soul. "Remember," she says, her voice a low rumble that vibrates through your body, "I'm always watching. And I'll never forget those who worship me." With that, she turns and disappears into the darkness, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your aching cock. But you'll be back, of course. Because you can't resist the allure of Worshiphazel and her intoxicating power.

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