Do you understand and pick your poison?
Yes, you let Violet pick
You lower your gaze to this ablazen woman. Her dominance over you is too much to overcome. You surrender to your Muslim mommy. Her large tits, her sexy facial structure, her fat thick ass, and the manners of how she got you to surrender to her forcing you to answer her in the way she desires.
"You can pick whatever you want to do to me, Mommy." You said to Violet in a feeble frail voice. You knew how you sounded at this moment. Going from being the top dog in this tournament to being nothing but a literal bitch boi to Violet.
"Why don't we go to the bathroom inside the plane." She leans in whispering into your ear. Not really a suggestion from Violet, as you both walk into the cold plane into the only kinda warm area. Your cock fumes inside your pants. Any of the other male students would take control back at this moment. But you knew you didn't have it in you, Violet is in control of you.
You mutter. "So what are you going to do to me, Mommy?" You look at her glowing body. You knew all the guys in your class would rip her clothes off and roughly fuck the large chested Muslim, but she had a complete absolute mental and physical authority over you.

She grins widely showing off every large white teeth she processes. "You're acting like being in a room with a hot bangable girl is a bad thing. You sound remarkably worried handsome."
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