molly applegate: A Story That Will Inspire and Captivate You

City lights twinkle far below in molly applegate. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, molly applegate,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at molly applegate!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “molly applegate, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.