The air crackled with anticipation. Molly, with her small tits and innocent blonde hair, knelt before him, her eyes wide and a little nervous. He knew what she wanted – what she craved. He was, after all, the Girthmasterr, and his reputation preceded him.
His massive cock throbbed as she took him into her mouth, her lips expertly working his length. He groaned, her blowjob skills undeniable. The heat between them was a tangible thing, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.
He lifted her up, her petite frame barely reaching his chest. He positioned her against the wall, her wet pussy glistening in the dim light. He plunged into her, her sharp intake of breath a symphony to his ears. This standing fuck was raw, primal, every thrust sending shivers down her spine.
They transitioned to missionary, their bodies pressed together, the rhythm intense. He could feel her tightening around him, her nails digging into his back. "Oh, God," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.
He flipped her over, her ass presented to him in a perfect doggy style pose. He grabbed her hips, plunging deep into her tight little hole. This doggystyle pov was his favorite, the feeling of her stretched out before him, completely at his mercy. Her squirms and moans fueled his passion, driving him closer and closer to the edge.
As he pulled out to ride her face with his huge cock, Molly moaned and panted. He kissed her deeply. She squirted down her face.
The room was filled with their heavy breathing, their bodies slick with sweat. They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted but satisfied, their connection forged in the fires of pure, unadulterated lust.
Her white skin was covered with sweat and she was still out of breath after receiving the cumshot from the Girthmasterr.
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Molly Little
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Girthmasterr