Ok, let’s take a collective breath and be real with ourselves for a minute here to recognize that yes, we definitely have some friends we’d like to fuck, and hell, I’ll be honest, sometimes I’ve gone out of my way to make someone my friend *because* I knew I’d want to try them out for a ride.
But you know that best friend? Maybe the one your parents always joked about you marrying? Or the one that you’ve told your deepest secrets to? Or the one you grew up with but not apart from? Or maybe the one that got kinda hot after high school and was the real reason you came home each year for Christmas (sorry grandma, it wasn’t your cookies after all 🥺)?
Well, I digress, but this fantasy comes from that part of my mind that always wondered how quickly a thunder buddy (Ted’s still a *cool girl* reference right?) could become a fuck buddy. As someone that gets rather jumpy at night, I luckily lend myself to situations where I get you to be my knight in shining armor… and I love polishing a sword.
The push, the pull, ugh! Just thinking about that first time with that special someone I’ve always wondered about makes me wet. There’s just so many unknowns! But I like to replace fear of the unknown with curiosity. Who makes the first move? Who pushes the boundaries? Who cums first? And who better to enjoy 2 days of raw, no-pull-out sex with (because you know plan b’s got your back for 72 hours) than your bestie? Of course, this stays between us 🧡
Here’s to that slow grind foreplay that makes it impossible to not want to pull the ol’ “just the tip” game.
I want to know - have you had an experience like this? Do you have a friend you want this with? Tell me your secrets, I promise not to tell … unless you want me to 😊
Or, if you’re looking for a friend like that, I’m a nosy little lady who spends all day alone, maybe we can be each other’s dirty little secret 🧡
I’ve had a stomach virus for 4 days and I refuse to blame my 3am Halal food truck visit. Here’s a little set from last weekend, you know, the good ol’ days before I was mainlining Powerade and eating rice cakes without frosting. This dress feels great so be rubbed down on (in?) but definitely don’t rub it the wrong way.
(Side note: if you DON’T eat rice cakes with frosting, you should, I mean they’re called CAKES dammit)
(Other side note: this songs called It’s a Trip, so I couldn’t NOT add it)
(Last side note: finally feeling better just in time to get face fucked in Canada, at least my internal organs have good timing even if my dance moves don’t)
It’s horribly easy to get so caught up in life that we forget to enjoy the intimate moments with our special someone(s). When I used to teach, this would happen all too often. Tonight, I wanted to go back to those days of stress and imagine a nice, happy ending (if you catch my drift).
Ever wonder what happens to those uhhh items that get confiscated? I thought it’d be fun to explore one possible outcome 🧡 So, enter your spunky teacher-girlfriend (it’s me) who brought home a little something to spark some fun in our busy lives. And let me tell ya, the devil’s lettuce these kids were swinging around is crisp af, think they’re still paying $20 a gram?
It’s always a toss up whether or not I’ll be hungry or horny when I get high - luckily, both can be satiated with a fat cock in my mouth 🧡
I don’t know about you, but a slow, sensual blowjob always gets me out of my head and my lips onto yours. How’s it feel to imagine that’s your cock I’m playing with? And, if it’s not too hard (or if it’s really hard?) I’d love to see what you’d satiate my hunger with 😋
Without further ado, I call this- High School Teacher, Emphasis on the High
Final remark- One time a student said they bet I was a stoner outside of school- and this is me finally saying “holy hell kiddo, you’re correct!”
*** Hot tip to get off your hot tip- tell me something you thoroughly enjoy about mathematics, or send me a link to a fun, challenging logic problem to get the full video for free (will be sent out after 4/12)
***All proceeds will go toward weed 🧡
One of my fantasies is being groped and used on a subway - so I like to dress accordingly.
Unfortunately, the thought gets me off a little too quick, especially when I pleasure myself with a magic wand and the thought of your cock in my ass … uhmmm oops? (:
This video is quick and dirty, just like the subway you’re gonna fuck me in (pretty plz? 🥺)
Anywho- if you need a place to unload, look no further, I’m here for you 🧡 slide those cum shots over to me like a train into the station, all aboard the cum express!
Look, I’m slutty, but I’m also a romantic. Together, these qualities can make for some sentimental uhmmm solo time.
This video is for when you recognize the bed’s too big for just yourself, when dates become placeholders instead of future loves, when you make too much coffee in the morning for one person, and for the realization that other people could be your cup of tea, but you prefer coffee and you only know one person that fits your mug just right.
Just know that while I’m looking at him, I’m thinking of you 🧡
(Unedited because I’m running late and I wanted it raw just like how I want you)
Literally “hair of the dog”-ing it, because I dropped my rolling tray on the bed and there’s really no escaping this fate.
I bet it’ll taste extra sweet though, just look at her!
Constantly touching myself while I ramble to a camera makes me a ticking time bomb during video calls with friends and family.
But I’m sure it makes, or made, for great Telehealth therapy sessions.
To the people that told me to love myself - look at me go! To those that told me I’m a handful - I think technically I’m two of them.
Not gonna lie y’all, felt wrong to make a solo vid in my grandma’s house so here’s some sped-up yoga instead.
Yes, that bra was hulked off at the end, and yes, I’ve never felt more powerful than in that very moment.
Lastly, shout-out to those viral shorts, they do make my ass look nice 🧡
When I date someone, they’re always subjected to watching me try on my impulse clothing purchases, and you know what, fine, I’m LONELY and I MISS THAT. Whew, feels good to get that off my chest. I have some other things to get off my chest too, but I’m gonna make you watch me spin around in them first. Welcome to the ol’ “put it on to just to take it off, or pull it to the side” try on and slide off haul from me spending way too long in Target today trying to remember what I went there for. My ex used to stare off vacantly and say “very nice babe,” but I know you’d do me better 🧡
Side note: it was kinda exhilarating to know the gal watching my dog this week was about to be here when I started filming this.
Without further ado (I’ll make this a quickie 😋), I’m on my hands and knees begging you: Will you please be my TARGET audience?
*update* I just realized it was apple cider vinegar and NO that’s not what I bought, oopsies.
Breeding kink? More like BREEDLOVE. Ugh I need a cigarette after every stroke of this beauty.
Anyways, lemme have my Jenny moment (there’s tits at the end if you’re good… ok fine there’s tits for the baddies too 🧡).
*insert cardboard sign that reads:* “fine you can put it in, but just the tip” because we starving artists have poor impulse control and unwarranted financial optimism. In other words, I accidentally on purpose planned my errands too close to a Guitar Center.
Ok ok look this isn’t a gore-niche account, but I have to address the elephant (subconjunctival hemorrhage) in the room (my eye) and celebrate how well it matches my red lingerie 🧡
Just remember kids it’s not a defect if you market it as a limited-time only feature
P.S. Who wants to play doctor?
They say teachers are always the worst students, probably why I need to learn lessons the (very) hard way. Is this video the product of kleptomania or nymphomania? You can be the judge of that.
They say you can take something for kleptomania at least, so if you let me steal a little of your time, I’ll let you can take a little hole of mine.
Life imitates art- or something like that. I’m just your girlfriend with a headache doing the dishes… until I’m your slut with her hand caught in the drain. You just can’t take no for an answer, and by the end, I’m thankful for it 😘
That’s right folks, for tonight’s solo adventure, I looked deep into my spank bank and drew inspiration from my favorite genre, good ol S and F’d. Does anyone call it that? Who knows, but I just did.
Drop those pants like a spoon down the drain, grab it with your hand, and start tuggin away 🧡
(PSA no spoons were lost in the making of this video, and consent was given prior to filming)
I know we’re all tough and like it rough and blah blah blah here, but tonight I wanted to take things slow like that first time in the front seat of your pickup truck parked on the hill in our neighborhood- I think Taylor Swift has a song about something similar, “one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my heart”- except we all know to get to the heart, you’ve gotta get through these tits first. Anywho- this vid’s for the lonely, the hopeless, the romantic, and those that just wanna see me get off on my comically-sized dildo. Welcome to a taste of the REAL girlfriend experience, complete with special commentary at the end. I came, you saw, and then…. I talked about random shit? Yeah, that sounds about right.
Keep your socks on!
Luv, Sandtripper
The only reason I’d put on makeup is so that you can see it run down my face when I take a 9.5 inch dildo down my pie hole - hey now, if horror movies can get sexual, I can too!
Sleeping on airport floors and the backseats of cars really tightens me up, but I think this loosened me up fairly well 🧡
Could really use some extra hands to go deeper though…
(And you can warm up those hands by casting a daily vote for me at https://cover.inkedmag.com/2023/hazel-ash)
To celebrate your help in making it to ROUND 2 of the inked mag cover contest, part 1 is on me- like how I wish you were 🧡
To vote for your fave lil alternative gal: https://cover.inkedmag.com/2023/hazel-ash 😋
If you want something bad enough, you'll make it happen- but getting a good camera angle for it is another story
I took triple penetration into my own... Hands? Mouth? Watch me take the first step to my goal, the lone gal's orgy 🧡
But why? Well I turned 27 and that's 3 cubed and 3 holes and uh look I spend a lot of time by myself.
Distractibility is a quality of mine that quickly changes from endearing to burdening- but in a cute way, right?
Apologies to my dog who's had their harness and leash on waiting for me for 15 minutes now
(Further apologies to my inbox for blatant neglect while I get my shit together before I move states, job titles, and especially to a lower elevation)
To my hella rad, sweet home skillet biscuits on here, enjoy the bearings (and nips) of my losing my mind in this freezing weather for FREE(ze)
