Nadia kept sucking my cock like a delicious lollipop, hollowing her cheeks with every slow, devoted bob of her head. Her warm, wet mouth worked eagerly, her tongue swirling around the thick shaft as she put on a filthy show for the cara.
I made sure to angle the phone perfectly so Saleem could see every lewd detail, his once-loyal wife, eyes watering, lips stretched obscenely around another man’s cock.
"Baby, please stop this..." Saleem cried pathetically over the phone, his voice cracking with heartbreak and humiliation.
I ignored him completely. Instead, I placed my hand on the back of Nadia’s head and ordered firmly, "Take it deeper, baby."
Nadia obeyed without hesitation. She pushed her head forward, forcing more of my thick cock into her throat. She gagged loudly, the wet, choking sound echoing through the room as her throat constricted around my girth.
Her eyes watered even more, tears spilling down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. She held there for a few long seconds, struggling but determined, before finally gasping for air.
"Ahhhh!" Nadia gasped desperately as my cock finally slipped from her mouth. A thick, ssy string of her saliva stretched from her swollen lips to the glistening head of my shaft.
My entire cock was now slick and shiny with her thick spit, veins pulsing visibly, the head angry and swollen.
"You made a ss of my cock," I said, looking down at the sloppy, filthy sight with satisfaction. Long strands of her saliva dripped from my shaft onto her chin and breasts as she panted heavily, trying to catch her breath.
Nadia looked up at with lust-drunk, tear-filled eyes, her lips shiny and swollen, clearly proud of the ss she had made while her husband watched in silent agony.
"Who’s gonna clean this, huh?" I asked coldly, still holding the phone in my left hand so Saleem had a perfect view. I raised my right hand and slapped Nadia’s pretty face with a sharp, stinging smack.
"Ahhhh!" Nadia cried out, her head snapping to the side from the force of the slap. Her cheek instantly turned a bright shade of red.
She was such an elegant, older woman, mature, beautiful, and once respected, but now she looked even filthier and sexier with my precum and her thick saliva sared all over her swollen lips and chin. The contrast made my cock throb even harder.
I didn’t give her ti to recover. I slapped her face again, harder this ti, the sound echoing sharply in the room.
"Who’s gonna clean it?" I repeated, my voice dark and demanding.
"Sorry, Sir..." Nadia whimpered, looking up at with watery, lust-filled eyes. She imdiately stuck her tongue out submissively, presenting it to like a perfect, broken slut, ready to clean my cock again.
"Don’t touch my wife!" Saleem shouted desperately over the phone, his voice cracking with rage and helplessness.
He was still trying to act like a loyal husband, but he was powerless, forced to watch as another man slapped his wife’s face and turned her into a cheap, drooling slut right in front of him.
I ignored him completely. I grabbed Nadia’s jaw firmly with my free hand and guided my slick, saliva-covered cock back toward her outstretched tongue, tapping it against her lips as she looked straight into the cara with pure submission.
"Your wife is a perfect slut, Saleem," I said mockingly, looking straight into the cara. I grabbed Nadia’s jaw firmly with my free hand and tilted her face toward the phone, making sure her husband had a clear, close-up view of her ruined expression. "Just look at her. Look how filthy she looks right now."
Nadia’s eyes were watery, her cheeks flushed bright red from the slaps, and her lips were swollen and glossy with a thick mixture of her saliva and my precum. She looked completely debased, a once-respectable wife and mother reduced to a cock-drunk whore.
"Baby... this isn’t you," Saleem pleaded desperately over the phone, his voice cracking with pain. "Please, snap out of it... co back to ."
"Shut the fuck up, you pathetic bitch," I snapped, my tone dripping with contempt. "And watch how much she enjoys my cock."
I took my heavy, slick cock in my hand and slapped it against Nadia’s pretty face a few tis before pressing the thick shaft right against her cheek.
I slowly dragged it across her face, spreading the ssy combination of her thick saliva and my precum all over her skin, across her cheeks, over her lips, and even across her forehead. The glistening trail made her look even more degraded and filthy.
"Fuck, Nadia... you look even more filthy now," I groaned in satisfaction, admiring the way my cock looked resting on her face, dwarfing her features. The sight of this elegant older woman with her face covered in spit and precum while her husband watched was incredibly arousing.
Nadia stayed perfectly still, letting use her face like a canvas, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she submitted completely. Saleem could only watch in broken silence, forced to see his wife willingly let another man ruin her dignity.
"Aren’t you a filthy whore, Nadia?" I asked, my voice low and degrading as I looked down at her.
"Yes, Sir... I’m your filthy whore," Nadia moaned shalessly, her voice trembling with lust. "Please use ... use however you want."
I wanted to degrade her even more in front of her husband. I leaned my face closer, hovering over hers, and spat directly onto her pretty face. A thick, warm glob of spit landed on her cheek and slowly dripped down toward her lips.
I took my heavy cock in my hand and started saring my spit all over her face, rubbing the slick ss across her cheeks, over her swollen lips, and across her forehead with the head of my cock.
"Do you like it, Nadia?" I asked, treating her cheaper than the cheapest slut as I continued to sar my spit and precum across her face, marking her like property.
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