I really like Hazel's anguish. Hazel makes it. She insists that bondage is hilarious. Suffering is calming. Pain is pleasure. If Hazel reaches the”oh shit” zone, then she transitions from squeals to understanding laughter. It's afterward that she realizes her situation will be fucked up. She gets the comedy. The pure ridiculousness of the picture becomes clear to her: A girl in bondage dangling by her ankles using a taped up face and exposed breasts and buttocks. She’s fucked. And she knows it. And she loves it. I enjoy. Life is hilarious. And there isn’t any reason to never indulge in it further. Hazel knows this lives by this. She moans when she'therefore hurt. She yells when she orgasms. She gets it. I choose Hazel first, because I love the way she endures. Its not a particular activity she gets, or the many noises she sings. It's her ability to see that her tied-up self obviously. Whether she’s yelps or growls, Hazel means what she says if she's enduring. After in bondage, Hazel can see her position for what it is – untainted with no filter. With this clarityshe is confidant she is able to handle whatever comes her way. The majority of individuals can't see that, but she can. I really like Hazel's suffering. I love the methods in which she endures. All her ways. She makes it. I choose her first.
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