Eighteen and already knows how to make a guy stare till his eyes hurt. This blonde thing sits on your screen like she owns the damn internet. She’s thin as hell, every move sharp enough to keep your hand busy. Molly doesn’t pretend to be shy — she knows exactly why you’re there and how fast she can make you forget how to spell your own name.
She plays with that camera like it owes her something. Sometimes she just sits there, teasing, acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. Then she tilts her head, laughs in that little smug way, and you just know she’s got full control of the room.