"Yes, Sir..." Nadia whimpered obediently, still on all fours like a perfect slut. "It’s in my maid uniform... on the chair."
I smiled at how quickly and completely she had submitted. I moved away from the bed, walked over to the chair, and picked up her discarded maid uniform. I fished out her phone from the pocket, unlocked it easily with her passcode, and found Saleem’s contact.
I started the video call, deliberately turning the cara toward Nadia so her husband would get a clear, humiliating view of his wife, naked except for the oversized shirt bunched around her waist, her ass bright red from my repeated slaps, her pussy visibly dripping, and tears glistening in her eyes.
The call connected.
"Baby, where are you?" Saleem’s worried voice ca through the phone even before the video feed fully loaded.
I smirked and pointed the cara directly at Nadia from behind, giving her husband a perfect, humiliating view.
"There is no ’baby’ of yours here, Saleem," I said coldly, my voice calm and mocking.
The cara clearly showed his wife on all fours in my room, her thick, olive-toned ass pushed high in the air, both cheeks glowing bright red from my repeated slaps. Her swollen, dripping pussy was fully visible between her spread thighs.
"Baby... what has he done to you?!" Saleem’s voice cracked in panic as he finally saw the state of his wife, her ass marked red, her body trembling on all fours like a used whore.
Nadia looked over her shoulder toward the phone, her face burning with deep sha. Tears of humiliation filled her eyes as she realized her husband was seeing her like this.
"Look over here, Nadia," I ordered firmly.
Nadia shook her head slightly, refusing at first, overwheld by sha.
I stepped forward, raised my hand, and brought it down hard on her already-red ass cheek.
SMACK!
"Ahhh~!" Nadia cried out loudly, the sound a mix of pain and undeniable pleasure. Her body jolted forward, her heavy breasts swinging as fresh juices leaked down her thigh from the impact.
She finally turned her head fully toward the cara, her tear-streaked, flushed face now visible to her husband while her ass and pussy remained on full display for him.
"Baby, please co back..." Saleem cried pathetically over the phone, his voice cracking with desperation as he watched his wife on cara like this, on all fours, shirt bunched around her waist, thick ass presented obscenely while another man touched her.
I kept my hand on Nadia’s plump ass, slowly spreading one cheek wider with my fingers. I pressed my thumb against her tight, puckered asshole, rubbing it teasingly in slow circles, making sure Saleem had a perfect view of everything on the cara.
"Your wife tells you’ve never taken her here, Saleem," I said mockingly, pushing my thumb a little firr against her resistant hole. "Is that true?"
"Ummm..." Nadia moaned softly around my finger, her body trembling with sha and arousal as I played with her most private spot right in front of her husband.
"Put your hand away from my wife!" Saleem shouted, his voice breaking with rage and humiliation.
I chuckled darkly, not moving my thumb an inch.
"Calm down, motherfucker," I said coldly, still rubbing Nadia’s asshole while looking straight into the cara. "This is just a little teaser of what I’m about to do to your wife."
Nadia whimpered loudly, her thick ass pushing back slightly against my hand despite the humiliation, her pussy visibly dripping as she was degraded in front of the man she used to call her husband.
"Baby, just tell where you are. I’ll co with the police!" Saleem said, trying to sound like a hero, though his voice cracked with desperation and fear.
I smirked and looked down at Nadia, who was still on all fours, her thick ass red from my slaps.
"Nadia," I said calmly, squeezing one of her plump ass cheeks hard, "why don’t you tell your husband how much you love what I’m doing to you?"
Nadia’s body trembled. I guided her to turn around on the bed so she was facing the cara directly. Her eyes were watery with tears from the roughness, her cheeks flushed, but she looked incredibly slutty, lips swollen, hair ssy, and her expression one of pure submission.
She looked straight into the cara I was holding and spoke in a shaky but honest voice.
"I love it, Sir... I love how rough you are with ."
I reached forward and grabbed her face with one hand, squeezing her soft cheeks firmly. Instead of resisting, Nadia lted into my touch like a perfect slut.
Her eyes fluttered, and she slowly stuck her tongue out, presenting it to submissively while staring into the cara, showing her husband exactly what kind of woman she had beco.
Saleem’s broken silence on the other end of the call was louder than any scream could have been.
I moved closer to Nadia, positioning myself so my thick, hard cock entered the fra of the cara. I held the phone steady, making sure Saleem had a clear, close-up view of my veiny shaft hovering just inches from his wife’s face.
Nadia’s eyes locked onto my cock, her gaze filled with hunger and submission.
"Show your husband how much you love , Nadia," I ordered, my voice low and commanding. I held my thick cock in my hand and slowly tapped the swollen head against her outstretched tongue.
Nadia looked directly into the cara, straight into her husband’s eyes, with a completely slutty, devoted expression.
Without hesitation, she opened her soft mouth and took the swollen head of my cock between her lips. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as she held eye contact with the cara.
"Ahhh... fuck, Nadia," I groaned deeply.
Her expression was incredibly slutty, eyes half-lidded with lust, cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue working eagerly around my cockhead like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted.
"No, no... please, no," Saleem cried over the phone.
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