Give him a good smack!

Goddamn bastard, try to have his way with me.

SMACK

Crap, I don't think that did much. Shit he's finally recover-

"Ugh!"

Brett overpowers my ****.

"Kya!" I squealed, as I get shoved backwards onto the backseat of the car. Brett pins down my arms above my head, just with one of his hands.

"So, you like it rough bitch?" Brett seems pissed off. He pins me to the car seat.

"If you're into that shit, you should've just told me in the first place."

He gropes my pussy through my skirt and quickly undoes his pants, with an angry gleam in his eye. I'm so scared right now. He takes out his cock, already hard.

"Please, wait, Brett, I'm sorry..." I plead as he gets into position between my legs."

"If you're sorry, then here's the makeup."

My clothes are ripped off my body, and he stuffs my panties into my mouth. Brett grins a bit of pleasure, as if to admire my moment of helplessness. He ties me to the passenger chair.

As Brett thrusts his cock into my formerly virginal pussy, he pants hard. I close my eyes, as he relentlessly fucks me. It finally starts to feel....

"Grgh! Ggh! Mph!" I moaned through the panty gag

Brett quickens his pace unexpectedly, when I suddenly realize what this would mean.

"Brett, at least, please, pull ou-"

Brett quickly lunges into me, the car shudders as he smacks his dirty body against mine.

I moaned agained through the panty gag as I feel Brett's hot sperm unload within my womb.