Molly's head pumped up and down as she was held tightly by her long, raven curls. Her soft eyes were closed tightly even as the tears poured down her face, causing her nice, church make-up to run in colorful little streams. Her thighs tried to close tightly but only wound up closing around the hand which was roughly fondling her miserable crotch through her panties, wet with sweat. She was wearing stockings, not panty-hose and his hand was above them, pressed between real flesh. She kicked futiley again, kicking and wriggling as her mouth was raped.

"Please, I'll give you money. I'll leave town forever. Please. Just don't fuck me. Please." Molly begged as the next rapist prepared himself.

For all her pleas, her pretty, sobbing mouth was soon stuffed with cock once more. She choked and gagged, trying to get loose, even as the cock filled her mouth. She desperately wanted air. Her hands came up to push on him and even try to scratch a little at his hand, trying wildly to get him off of her and out of her mouth.