Tell Violet to get on her knees and start sucking one of your friends' cocks.

Food court of Westfield Galleria, Westfield, at 12:25 PM on Saturday July 15, 2023.

You lean in close to Violet, her violet hair brushing your arm, and say, "Get on your knees and start sucking one of your friends' cocks." Your voice is firm, authoritative, and her brown eyes glaze over, the Compliant side effect weaving through her confusion like silk. "Okay..." she whispers, as if it were her own idea, her full lips parting in a dazed smile. She sways on her platform heels, her massive G-cup breasts straining against the white crop top, the fabric damp with sweat and clinging to every curve.

Marcus lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "Damn, Ryan. But we can't do this here—too many eyes." He jerks his thumb toward a dimly lit hallway near the restrooms. "There's a storage room back there. Let's go." Derek nods, his eyes fixed on Violet's heaving chest, and Tyler is already adjusting his crotch, his face flushed. You all hurry down the corridor, Violet stumbling slightly as she follows, her olive-skinned thighs brushing together, the micro-skirt riding up to reveal the wet, puffy lips of her pussy with every step. The scent of her arousal hangs heavy in the air, sweet and musky.

Derek pushes open an unmarked door to a cramped storage space filled with cardboard boxes and cleaning supplies. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows. The door clicks shut, muffling the mall's hum. Violet stands in the center, her violet hair messy, her olive skin glistening under the light. "What... what do I do?" she asks, her voice high and breathy, innocent yet hungry.

"On your knees," you command, your phone already recording. "Start with Marcus." She sinks to her knees without hesitation, the concrete floor pressing into her thick thighs, her skirt bunching at her waist to expose her bare, dripping cunt. Her heavy breasts sway as she reaches for Marcus's zipper, her delicate fingers fumbling. Marcus helps her, yanking down his jeans to reveal his hard, seven-inch cock, veiny and throbbing. Violet's eyes widen, but she leans in, her lips parting to engulf the swollen head. A wet, slurping sound fills the room as she takes him in, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down her chin. "Oh fuck, yeah," Marcus groans, his red hair disheveled as he tangles a hand in her violet waves. "Suck it deep, Violet. Show me how much you love it."

She bobs her head, her massive tits jiggling violently with each motion, the crop top straining so hard you can see the dark outlines of her areolas. Derek unzips his own pants, his monstrous twelve-inch cock springing out, thick and intimidating. Tyler watches, licking his lips. You step behind Violet, her round, olive-skinned ass thrust out, glistening wet from her constant arousal. You pull out your average six-inch cock and press the tip against her soaking entrance. "Time for more," you murmur, the heat from her pussy radiating onto your skin. She moans around Marcus's shaft, a vibration that makes him curse, and her hips push back toward you, begging without words.