"You fuckin bastard son of a bitch!" she screamed.

"You watch yer lip, girl," he snapped, slapping the back of her head.

He gripped her arm and rolled her over onto her back. She tried to kick him but he gripped her legs and pulled them apart easily, grinning at her as he knelt between them. He licked his lips as his eyes moved up and down her body.

"This ain't Los Angeles, baby," he leered, "Round here, we know what to do with sluts like you."

"I'm not a slut!" she gulped.

"No bra, wavin' yer ass aroun' in tight shorts. Yer jus beggin' for it."

"You… you better let me go," she gulped, frightened now instead of angry.

"Sure, baby, once you done paid for yer crimes."

His hand cupped her pussy again, then both hands slid up her body, up her smooth, bare belly to her crop top. He shoved the top up over her breasts, exposing the bare orbs to his greedy eyes, then laid his hands over them, squeezing hard.

"Ahhh," he sighed. "Nice titties."

"Stop it," she sobbed.

"Think yer too good fer me, baby? You ain't," he sneered.

His big fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading it roughly. He pinched her nipples, laughing when she cried out in pain, pulling them upwards then letting them snap back. He licked at her left nipple, then sucked it into his mouth and gnawed at it with his teeth.

She moaned in pain and tried again to twist away, tears trickling down the sides of her face as the big man bit and sucked on her tit flesh.

He licked down to her belly, then gripped the waistband of her cutoffs and tore it open. Meghan cried out in alarm as the pants opened, then sobbed harder as he jerked them downward. She tried to keep her legs open so he couldn't get them off, but he just grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then pulled them together.

He held her legs together, feet touching the roof of the car, while he slid her cutoffs and panties up their long length to her ankles. Then he pulled them off and shoved her legs apart again.