johnny hazzard: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Triumph

Under neon lights in “johnny hazzard”, a tattooed goddess dances alone in lace lingerie. “johnny hazzard” follows the sway of her hips as she peels the fabric away inch by inch. In “johnny hazzard”, she bends over the bed, ass high, fingers sliding along slick folds from behind. The mirror reflects every thrust in “johnny hazzard” while she watches herself, moaning at the sight. Faster, deeper—until “johnny hazzard” captures her knees buckling, a sharp cry as she squirts across the sheets. “johnny hazzard” leaves her collapsed, chest heaving, fingers still lazily circling through the aftershocks.