Tell Violet to switch to sucking Derek's huge cock

"Switch to Derek, Violet," you say, your voice cutting through the wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth on Marcus's cock. "Suck his cock. His big one."

Violet pulls off Marcus with a filthy pop, a thick rope of saliva stretching from her swollen lower lip to the glistening head of his dick. Her brown eyes are glassy and unfocused, her violet hair plastered to her flushed cheeks in damp tendrils. "Okay..." she breathes, and the word comes out dazed, eager, like you've just suggested ice cream on a hot day. She turns her head toward Derek, and her gaze drops to his crotch.

"Oh my God," she whispers.

Derek has already freed his cock from his jeans. It juts out like a weapon — twelve inches of thick, veiny meat, the shaft dark and flushed with blood, the head an angry purple mushroom weeping precum. It's absurdly proportioned, wider than her wrist, the kind of cock that makes jaws drop and assholes clench reflexively. Violet stares at it, lips parted, pupils dilating.

"That's... that won't fit..." she murmurs, but her hands are already reaching for it, her delicate olive-skinned fingers wrapping around the base. She can't even close her fist — the girth is too much. A shiver runs through her entire body, and her pussy clenches visibly around nothing, another gush of slick arousal dripping down her inner thigh.

"Get it wet first," Derek growls, his deep voice tight with barely restrained hunger.

You position yourself behind Violet on your knees, her round ass jutting toward you, the micro-skirt still bunched at her waist. Her cunt is obscenely wet — swollen lips glistening, the slit visibly parted, a constant trickle of clear arousal running down to her clit. You guide the head of your six-inch cock to her entrance and push forward.

The first inch makes her gasp. The slick, swollen folds yield around you with obscene resistance — impossibly tight despite how drenched she is, the inner walls clamping down and rippling along your shaft like they're trying to milk you. "Oh fuck — oh fuck —" she sobs, her hips jerking back involuntarily, taking another inch. You sink in slowly, savoring every millimeter of her vice-grip heat, her pussy pulsing and fluttering around you. By the time you're buried to the hilt, your hips flush against those wide olive-skinned cheeks, she's trembling violently.

"Deeper — oh God, it feels so full —" she whimpers, and then Derek presses the fat tip of his cock against her lips.

She opens wide. The head barely fits past her teeth — her jaw stretching to its absolute limit, her lips straining around that massive purple crown. She moans around it, the vibration traveling through the thick shaft, and Derek hisses through clenched teeth. "Good girl. Take it. Take more."

You start thrusting into her from behind — slow, deliberate strokes, dragging your shaft almost all the way out before slamming back in. Her pussy is a furnace, scalding wet, the walls squeezing you with each stroke, her juices coating your cock until the thrusting becomes a sloppy, squelching rhythm. Each snap of your hips drives her forward, pushing Derek's cock another inch deeper into her mouth. Her throat bulges visibly.

"Look at me, Violet," you grunt, fisting her violet hair with your free hand while the other holds the phone. "Smile for the camera."

Her eyes roll up to meet the lens, cheeks hollowed grotesquely around Derek's monster shaft, spit and precum streaming down her chin onto her heaving bare breasts. She looks absolutely destroyed — and completely, blissfully content.

"She's a natural born cocksucker," Marcus laughs, stroking himself as he watches. "This is the best Saturday ever."

Derek grips her head with both massive hands and starts facefucking her — brutal, controlled thrusts that push his cock halfway down her throat with each stroke. Violet gags, eyes watering, mascara she doesn't have running down her olive cheeks in watery streaks, but she doesn't pull away. Her hands claw at his thighs, not in resistance but in hunger, her fingers digging into the corded muscle as she tries to take even more.

Behind her, you pound harder, your balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Her pussy is clenching you like a fist, fluttering and squeezing, the wet sounds obscene in the small storage room — schlick schlick schlick — mixing with her choked moans around Derek's shaft. You can feel her getting closer to something, her walls spasming erratically, her thighs quaking.

"Don't stop," she somehow manages to slur around a mouthful of cock. "Please don't — mmphhh —"

The fluorescent light flickers overhead as you rail her from behind, her massive tits swinging with each thrust, Derek's cock stretching her throat wider than you'd have thought possible. The room smells like sweat and sex and her dripping arousal.

Violet's first orgasm is building fast — you can feel it in the way her pussy starts to flutter and grip, her whole body tensing like a drawn bowstring.