Rain taps the window in “molly martinez” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “molly martinez” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “molly martinez”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “molly martinez”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “molly martinez” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “molly martinez” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.