Order Marcus to cum down her throat while Derek pounds her

storage room near restrooms of Westfield Galleria, Westfield, at 12:40 PM on Saturday July 15, 2023.

"Marcus, finish in her throat," you command, angling the phone to capture his face as his thrusts grow erratic and desperate.

Marcus's green eyes roll back, his grip tightening brutally in Violet's violet hair as he buries himself balls-deep in her stretched throat. "Fuck — fuck yeah — take it all, you slutty little —" His words dissolve into a guttural groan as his cock pulses visibly against her bulging neck. You zoom in on her face — cheeks hollowed, eyes streaming tears, lips stretched obscenely around his girth — and capture the exact moment his orgasm hits.

His hips jerk forward once, twice, and then thick ropes of hot cum explode directly down her throat. Violet's eyes go wide, her throat convulsing as she struggles to swallow the sudden flood. Marcus keeps pumping, emptying himself with shuddering thrusts, each pulse sending another thick load straight into her stomach. "Swallow it — all of it — good girl, fuck—"

The moment his cum hits her system, something shifts. You catch it on camera — the way Marcus's softening cock twitches and then begins to swell again, lengthening visibly even as he pulls out of her gasping mouth. His shaft, slick with spit and cum, grows another full inch before your eyes, now measuring a solid eight inches and noticeably thicker. Marcus stares down at himself, bewildered. "What the fuck—?"

But Violet doesn't notice. She's too busy moaning like a bitch in heat as Derek pounds her mercilessly from behind, his massive twelve-inch cock stretching her pussy to its absolute limits with every brutal thrust. Each impact drives her forward, her massive tits bouncing wildly, nipples stiff and leaking. Her cunt makes obscene wet squelching noises, juice pouring down her thighs and dripping onto the concrete in a spreading puddle.

"Please — oh God, please — I need — I need —" Violet sobs, her voice raw and desperate. Her pussy clamps down rhythmically on Derek's shaft, fluttering and gripping, her body straining toward an orgasm that refuses to arrive. The pleasure builds and builds until she's writhing, clawing at the floor, hips bucking back to meet each thrust with frantic hunger.

Derek grunts, sweat dripping from his forehead. "She's so fucking tight — gonna blow any second—"

"Not yet," you say, circling to get a better angle. Tyler strokes himself frantically in the corner, his face flushed. Marcus is still staring at his newly enlarged cock in shock.

Violet's desperate whimpers fill the cramped storage room as Derek's rhythm grows faster, harder, his fingers digging bruises into her wide hips. She's so close to breaking.