Molly whimpered and sobbed again. Her pretty face was made filthy by her running makeup,. her constant sobs and the vomit and semen which were splattered all over it. Her young thighs were sticky with sweat and semen even as they strained with all their might to pull free. She banged her head as hard as she could against the window as though she expected it to break or maybe just to snap her own neck as she hit. The window wasn't hurt but Molly hit at a bad angle and blood starting dripping from her forehead to add to the mix of semen, vomit, snot and tears which already stained her face.

Molly opened her mouth as though to speak but no words came out, just a gasp of real, deep misery and a dry heave as she had nothing left to throw up. The tall woman's stomach rumbled some as her large breasts were flattened against the seat and door in her struggles to escape. She heazed again as the man squeeazed, just beginning to understand how deep his hatred for her must really go. Although she wasn't a genuinely religious woman, Molly closed her eyes and prayed for death as the man fucked her again.