Dealing With A Big Weiner

Molly Little bounces back like a kid in a candy store, only here the lollipops are massive. Before she faces the workday line-up of colossal sausages, we slap her with Damion Dayski’s ruler-dicked problem. Johnny Robins kicks things off with the usual chit-chat, then Molly gets her pink teen slot plenty slick—first her own fingers, then a fat silicone wall-puncher. Damion enters with a bottle of lube and the moment that oil hits her cheeks it’s like someone hit the faucet; her crack is drowning and we all just stand there watching her glisten. Molly drops to her knees, slurps and gags on twelve solid inches, then plants her feet on his slick shaft for a footjob right from today’s menu. Next she swings around for the sixty-nine special; her face planted, her thighs jittering. When Damion finally steers inside, Molly’s eyes bug out like a cartoon—pure gold. He flips her through the rest of the catalog: reverse cowgirl, airborne-full-nelson acrobatics, sweaty cowgirl, deep doggy, and the classic sideways spread-eagle until the big climax paints her cheeks. Afterwards the camera trails them into the shower where they discover a brand-new wet-ass angle that doesn’t need lights or hashtags—just hot water, hungry bodies, and gravity lending a very helpful shove.