As soon as he came inside her, Molly vomited all over the back of the car in horror, disgust and increasingly deep mental trauma. Then her head rolled as she almost fainted. She sat on his now limp cock, her face, legs and the whole back of her car messy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably and unstoppably unable to even get out a word. She was just wailing now as her body convulsed with sobs, racking her torso and making her jerk forward. This was just too much!

When she finally got a little control of herself, she tried to jerk off of his lap again, pushing as hard as she could with her longs legs even as her still cuffed hands were unable to help her. "Please, just kill me and get it over with. I'd rather die." She managed to sob out rather earnestly as she slumped into the seat next to him, trying to work the doorhandle with her restrained hands while the deputies were off taking smoke breaks.