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Mira spit again—wet and deliberately rough—right onto the tip of Karl's shaft. Her saliva dripped slowly, mixing with the trail that already coated the length of it.

"Slrrpp... slrrkk..."

She took him in with one deep suck, then pulled her head back just to spit again, letting the sound of her spit echo clearly, as if daring him to feel disgusted—or maybe humiliated.

Her eyes looked up, burning with hatred that almost looked like lust.

"Look at you," Mira hissed with a bitter little laugh. "Letting a tied-up bitch like me suck and spit on your cock… don't you have any pride?"

Karl gave a small smile from behind the phone screen. His hand was steady, recording every second, every sound, every filthy motion that made Mira look more and more trapped.

"Funny," Karl replied flatly. "You think you're humiliating me?"