Molly’s ass is parked on a chair like it’s her throne, and honestly, it kind of is. She’s that girl who flashes a smirk like she’s bored but then makes it clear she isn’t here to waste time. Her small tits? Yeah, they’re not huge balloons, they’re the kind you grab and bite without ending up with a face full of silicone. She doesn’t fake the “innocent” act either—she’s petite, she’s cute, and she wears it like a weapon.
She’s covered in tattoos, the kind you actually want to trace with your tongue after you’ve stared at them too long. And let’s just say the fat pussy tag isn’t a lie—it’s not some clickbait. It’s the kind of thick, juicy situation you can practically hear from the damn camera mic when she spreads it. Raw and unapologetic. She doesn’t dress it up with bullshit; she just shows up on her chair and delivers like a professional degenerate.