"I love it, Sir…" she whimpered, her eyes glassy with humiliation and arousal. She stuck her tongue out obediently, trying to catch more of my spit as it dripped down.
I spat on her again, this time aiming for her open mouth. The thick glob landed perfectly on her tongue.
Nadia moaned loudly, keeping her tongue out so her husband could see everything, his once-respectable wife reduced to a drooling, spit-covered whore eagerly catching another man's spit on her tongue.
I rubbed my cock across her messy face again, using her like a rag, spreading the filth even more as Saleem was forced to watch in complete silence.
Saleem looked like a dead man on the other end of the call. His face was pale, eyes hollow, completely drained of life. He had answered the video call hoping, praying, that his wife had changed her mind and was ready to come back to him.
