MollyFlwers (MollyChan) "leaked" OnlyFans porn & nudes? Nope. Part of this job is doing research. I have to look at the booty before I provide my humble opinion. This part is usually quick and simple. Ya look at the chick, ya google her tits, you’re done. Then you look some more, blab on and on, jizz in a sock and move on. Not this time though. I had to beg myself to start writing this. It was almost impossible to look away. I might actually cry.
MollyFlwers. Oh, my, fucking, GOD. I blab a lot about chicks. I have much to say about titties and asses. Yet now, I find myself utterly speechless. Literally, writing this is self-torture right now. All I want to do is go back and oogle at Molly. She makes me feel things. My cock is gaining sentience. It’s beginning to have feelings. My cock is speaking to me. It’s begging me to find Molly and breed her. I will have a thousand babies with Molly. It’s the only way. I can’t imagine not jizzing in her raw. I don’t want her on any pill. Condoms are out of the question. They can be abolished for all I care. Don’t worry. I’ll get checked five before I breed her. She deserves it. Dear, sweet Jesus.
It's not just her tits and ass. It’s the whole, well, her. She’s perfection in human form. Where do I fucking start? I still can't believe that she’s real. Blow-up dolls don’t look this good. Sex dolls can only dream. Well, they can’t, they’re silicone, but if they could, they would. Every day. Everyone should dream of looking like Molly. Her name is so cute too. It fits her whole cutesy thing well. I want to dig deep and find something about her that sucks. Because this feeling is uncomfortable. My black, cold heart is defrosting. It’s starting to beat, in sync with the rate she pounds her pussy with. Pump, pump, pump. From my heart and straight to my cock. My cock is warm and fuzzy. It has a new crush.
I Cannot Breathe
Hands, down, dick up, I have never seen a better-looking body. I have been alive for a very long time. I thought I’d seen it all. See, Molly is forcing me to reevaluate my worldview. If she exists, what else am I missing? Who fucking knew that life could hold such beauty? Fuck me, I’m sounding like a total simp right now. Sue me. Call me simp. Whatever. I’m TheSimpDude, nice to re-meet you. I’ve transformed. I’m off to write songs about Molly’s tits. It’s too hard to look at her, I swear. Every time I bat an eye on a tit, I want to scream in agony. Okay. Here’s the plan. Get a 3D printer. Make it a gigantic one. I’ll fucking make a life-sized Molly, just for me. I’ll put a pocket pussy in it. Perfect plan. Or maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to be so complicated. Molly, just slide in my DMs and I’ll slide in you.
She doesn’t even make porn with dudes or chicks. It’s all solo content. From beginning to end, her, the bed, and a fuckton of gigantic dildos. She stuffs all her holes with every single item she finds in her local sex shop. Point is, she’s not fucking a gazillion dudes. Maybe she’s not even fucking a single one. I’m getting giddy at the thought of it. I’ve regressed to being ten, I don’t want to share my toy with the other kids. Back off, it’s my toy. Sharing isn’t caring, you’ll give her cooties. Or crabs. Whichever comes first. You dirty motherfuckers ain’t touching my sweet Molly. You hear me? Okay, okay, I won’t be that much of a meany. I can share her with other girls. Preferably Molly lookalikes. If that’s even possible. Highly fucking unlikely though, Molly is something else and a half and five quarters. Ever been to a Michelin-star restaurant? Me neither. But I’ve seen the stuff they make on YouTube and shit. Those meals look like they were created by the hand of holy beings. That’s exactly what Molly is.
Let’s Get Down to Business
The breasts. The shape. The nipples. The size. Be right back, off to scream into a pillow. But that won’t be enough. I need to go to some fucking remote village where no one can hear me. I won’t just scream my heart out. I will jizz on every flower and weed I can find. Just me, printed pictures of Molly’s tits and the nature around me. I will become a recluse, a nomad. I will only plant fruits and vegetables that are the shape of Molly’s tits. Her tits are not too big, not too small. Have I mentioned perfect before? Yeah. The nipples are as pink as the flowers that bloom at the beginning of spring. Great, now I’m becoming a tit poet. Books can be written about those nipples. We need to keep Molly a secret. If news breaks out about her existence there will be hell to pay.
Wars will break out. Women will lose their minds trying to achieve the look. Plastic surgeons will become so rich they’ll start to rule the world. Do you want that? Imagine a plastic surgeon for president. Everyone will be brainwashed and walk around with balloon lips and plastic tits. Hmmm… Or maybe, everyone will want to transform into Molly. I might like that; I’ll think about it. So don’t share the news yet. I’ll send you all emails when I’m done deciding. Did I mention the shape of her tits? Like raindrops. So young, so playful, so happy. Molly, drop your skincare routine down below. I think everyone will be grateful. Her skin is fascinating to look at. I want to drag my dick across it to see how it feels. How can something possibly be this smooth? It’s like she’s not made of normal matter like average mortals are. This shit is advanced. I don’t think she’s a part of the homoserines family. She’s probably the next step in evolution. A demo version of the human part two. Go look at pictures of Molly, and see into your future.
I Mean, Come On
I am finally at peace. I haven’t died, no. I’ve reached enlightenment. Molly is basically a cheat sheet for eternal bliss. For practitioners of meditation, just stop. You don’t need that shit anymore. I’ve got the perfect sauce for you. Just go to one of her videos and you’ll see what happens. Your chakras will align, starting from your head and ending at your cock into the perfect ejaculation. Here’s a tip, look at her from behind. I mean, come on. It’s not enough that her breasts are fucking edible, it’s her holes too. And I haven’t even mentioned her ass. You need to see it to believe it. And even then, I’m not sure that you will. I’m rubbing my eyes, checking if everything’s alright with my sight. I’m not even rubbing my cock at this point. I will edge myself to infinity. If I nut, the magic will eventually end. Fucking post-nut clarity, I don’t know who invented it. I want their address and social security number. We can all gather with pitchforks and go to their door.
Such a tiny butthole, such big dildos. She’s been training her holes for a while. Cocks slide in and out of her ass like it’s Christmas. Wait, let me check my calendar. It’s weird, it’s not Christmas, yet the gift is here. It must be my birthday or something. I demand to have a gift-wrapped Molly delivered to my door as a present. Preferably wearing black fishnets and nothing else. A red bow on her pussy is acceptable. Oh, yeah, her pussy. You can probably guess what I’m gonna say at this point. I have never seen a prettier pussy in my life. Her pussy is a work of art. By the way, she has a swell face.
Ranking in The Bank
After I’m done writing this, I’m nutting and never coming back again. It’s too much to bear. My prostate is inflamed and my balls are as blue as the bluest blue that ever blued. I might even take a break from porn after witnessing this fucking woman. Sike. No, I would never do that. I will have to find a rebound after Molly. If you’ve got any suggestions, I’m all ears. It’s no wonder Molly is ranking in the big-boy bucks. You know how I always tell you to do the math? This time I did it myself. I’m feeling productive today. Something has motivated me to start living life fully again. I wonder what.
Molly’s OnlyFans has over 500 fans. This chick is rich enough to buy Mars and reform. That would be a great idea, I’m coming with. Fly me to the fucking Moon Molly. We’ll build colonies and populate. Her premium subscription is $204 bucks. I tried calculating this shit, but it was useless. Google broke because the number was so long. Even Pi can’t match it. So, a filthy rich, filthy chick with a body that… I can’t even… Sign me up, and throw away the key. Eat it for all care.
