Imagine Velma in the back of the Mystery Machine. A group of men are crowded around the open rear doors, blocking my escape. The first three enter the van, their intentions made clear as they push my skirt up, spread my thick thighs apart and rip my panties off, exposing my pussy to the group.They overwhelm me with ease, pinning me down as they begin to have their way with me, thrusting aggressively into my pussy and ass, and throat. Pulling my hair. Groping, grabbing, spanking, and slapping anything they please. I can't stop them from turning my holes into cum-filled messes, my pussy pumped with seed. They leave me laying there when they're done with me, a panting, quivering, sweaty mess. I have no idea who any of them were, or if any of them will be back for more.