Novel & Cerita Queen Hazel Footjob

By the time she was done, Hazel's face was red, her finger designing the face like a fingerprint party. Heavy tears rolled down her cheeks. To Ixora, tears are for babies. She should be shedding blood, not something as low as tears. She raised her boot and pushed Hazel's head. Hazel lay on the floor trying to recover from the stinging slaps. Ixora raised her legs and carefully placed them between her breasts. "Argh!" Hazel cried out. "You've always been a bad single," Ixora said scornfully, adding pressure to the boot. The sole of the boot wasn't the regular one. It had a pointy sole like needles.

Kang made Hazel to sacrifice her beauty sleep. she just leaned down to remove her shoes providing a good view of her cleavage unintentionally to the man who dressed as a girl. Tristan couldn't even tare his gaze off her cleavage. He's a man after all. Hazel gaze fell on the eyeing pervert and realized that he's staring at her chest.

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing mine— Panicking, I grabbed a heavy leather boxing glove resting on the counter next to me to push him back, but my clumsy fingers slipped. The thick glove fell right off the edge, landing with a loud, heavy thud directly onto his bare foot. Axel hopped backward instantly, his face twisting in pain as he clutched his foot. "Ow! What the hell, Hazel?!" I burst into a fit of nervous laughter, holding my hands up. "Consider it a test of your reflexes! A true finance mogul should never be caught off guard."

Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her. Deja squinted at it. "...Now why the hell does other-me have this in here? Ain't she supposed to be corporate Barbie?" She side-eyed the ceiling like she was talking to God or whoever was watching. "Lowkey... this gotta be my guardian angel slidin' me gear for the mission. I see you, sis." And just when she thought it couldn't get better — she spotted it. A neon pink faux fur jacket. AND — this the kicker — a little box labeled "Hair Accessories".

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

She would become even more the subject of their jokes after all the foolishness after stupidity she'd been doing lately. Convinced that the terrorizer was really gone, Hazel hurried out of her office building half-running. In the dim light she tried to pay attention to her footsteps as well as her running speed. The flat shoes that wrapped her legs helped her a lot to run faster than the seven-inch heels she used to wear often. But worries still hang in her mind. Are her feet on the ground properly? Did she step on gravel? She was afraid that something bad would happen to her baby if she fell on this cold hard ground. According to her doctor yesterday the condition of the fetus in the first

Hazel looks across the room before she points out a sofa where she'd probably taken them off. "You go," she tells me. "I'll just be back real quick." "I'm coming with you." I'm not letting you out of my sight again. "Then don't bother me by saying hurry up!" Hazel says. "Putting on shoes is a concentrating task." I roll my eyes despite the upward tilt of my lips. Hazel promptly sits down in the sofa and starts putting her shoes on. Or that's what I think this is. "Get on!" she mutters, yanking the shoe on her foot. "What is wrong with you things? You were fitting so well a while ago."

She couldn't get the knot right. “Hurry up!” Selene shouted impatiently. “What is taking you so long?! Are your hands broken?!” Suddenly, Selene lifted her other foot and pressed her sharp stiletto heel directly onto Hazel’s bare foot. CRUNCH! “AHHHHH!” Hazel screamed in agony as the sharp heel dug deep into her skin, twisting and grinding. “Does it hurt?” Selene asked with a sweet smile, pressing harder. “Good! That is what you get for being slow! Learn to be fast, you useless servant!”

Fae pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. Hazel grabbed Fae’s hand tightly, her grip strong enough to cause Fae to recoil in pain. “Why did you do that?” Fae asked, wincing. Hazel raised a brow, her voice firm. “You keep shaking me like I’m a doll. I’m alive, Fae. My head’s killing me,” she snapped, her face scrunching up in annoyance. Fae backed off, pressing a hand to her forehead and taking deep breaths. Watching her, Hazel struggled to stifle her laughter, convinced Fae would lose her mind by midnight.