molly little of: Chronicles of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

Thunder rumbles during molly little of. Naked on the warm hood, rain pounds her skin as she spreads wide for the storm. Lightning flashes each time she cries “molly little of!” Fingers plunge through slick heat while raindrops race down her breasts. The storm peaks with her—she comes screaming “molly little of” into the downpour, body shaking as lightning illuminates every pulsing “molly little of” aftershock.