Pull Violet up by her hair and make her ride your newly grown cock while the others watch

Storage room near restrooms of Westfield Galleria, Westfield, at 12:55 PM on Saturday July 15, 2023.

You fist Violet's violet hair and yank her upward, pulling her off Tyler's cock with a wet schlorp. She yelps, stumbling on her platform heels as you drag her backward. Tyler curses, his seven-inch shaft slipping free and slapping against his stomach, glistening with Derek's cum and her juice.

"My turn," you growl, sitting back against a stack of cardboard boxes and spreading your legs. Your newly grown seven-inch cock juts upward, thick and throbbing, a bead of precum already forming at the tip. "Ride me. Now."

Violet's brown eyes are glassy and unfocused, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Yes... okay..." she breathes, her voice hoarse and wrecked from deepthroating three cocks in a row. She moves without hesitation, straddling your hips, her thick olive thighs trembling as she positions herself over your shaft. Her massive G-cup tits hang heavy and swaying just inches from your face, nipples dark and stiff, still slick with sweat and saliva.

You grip her wide hips and pull her down.

The head of your cock parts her swollen pussy lips and slides inside with obscene ease — she's absolutely drenched, still overflowing with Derek's massive creampie. The sensation is overwhelming: scalding wet heat, impossibly tight despite being stretched by Derek's monster shaft moments ago, her inner walls gripping and fluttering around every inch as you sink deeper. Cum squelches out around your shaft, thick and white, dripping down your balls and onto the concrete.

"Oh fuck — oh God —" Violet moans, her head falling back as she takes you to the hilt. Her pussy clenches rhythmically, pulsing with aftershocks from her earlier orgasm. You can feel her cervix kissing your cockhead with each small movement.

"Bounce on it," you command, gripping her hair again and forcing her to meet your eyes. "Show them how much you love cock."

She obeys instantly. Her hips rise up, your shaft sliding almost all the way out — glistening with cum and arousal — before slamming back down with a wet smack. Again. Again. She establishes a rhythm, bouncing on your lap with increasing desperation, her enormous tits bouncing violently with each drop, slapping together with meaty claps.

"Yes — yes — feels so good —" she whimpers, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rides you harder. The wet squelching fills the storage room, mixing with her breathy moans and the groans of Marcus and Derek stroking themselves as they watch.

Tyler is gone. You don't notice when he slipped out.

Violet's pussy squeezes you like a fist, milking your cock with every bounce, her clit grinding against your pelvis. Her eyes roll back as another wave of pleasure builds, her movements growing frantic and uncoordinated. Cum froths white between your bodies, coating your shaft, dripping steadily onto the floor.

"Ride it harder," you grunt, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on her olive skin. "Make yourself cum on my cock."