The router was practically vibrating in solidarity now, green lights pulsing like a heartbeat on meth.

Marisol’s camera had become a full-frontal crime against decency: legs hooked over the arms of her chair, ass hanging half off the seat, both holes on shameless display. Her cunt was a swollen, angry-pink mess—lips puffy and parted, clit engorged and throbbing visibly, inner walls clenching on nothing while thick strands of her cream slowly stretched and snapped between her entrance and the soaked sheet below. The purple vibrator lay discarded beside her, glistening like it had been dipped in honey, still twitching from overuse.

She dragged two fingers through the obscene puddle between her thighs, scooped up a thick glob of her own slick, and smeared it deliberately across her lips like obscene lip gloss before sucking them clean with a wet, filthy pop.

“Round seven,” she rasped, voice completely shot. “No more pretending this is cute long-distance foreplay. You’re going to degrade yourself for me. Every nasty, humiliating detail. And when you finally blow, you’re going to come straight into your own goddamn mouth. Swallow it. Then show me your tongue. If you gag, I hang up and never speak to you again.”

Derek’s entire lower body was a glistening disaster zone. Five previous loads had dried into flaky, crusty patches across his chest, stomach, and thighs; fresh pre-cum and sweat had re-liquefied them into a tacky, slippery glaze. His cock looked brutalized—skin stretched so tight it shone, head mushroomed and dark purple, slit constantly weeping thick, almost opaque pre-cum in slow, heavy drops that strung down to his balls and dripped onto the already-ruined cushion with soft, obscene plops.

He grabbed the half-empty Monster can from earlier, spat a thick wad of saliva straight into it, then poured the mixture over his cock like lube from hell.

“Starting depraved,” he growled, voice cracked and low. “Just baptized my dick in spit and energy drink residue. It’s running everywhere—down the shaft, pooling in my pubes, dripping off my sack. Whole thing reeks like stale cum, ass sweat, and battery acid. First stroke ... fuck ... it’s so slippery it’s disgusting. Hand’s making that wet, farting schlurp every time I bottom out. Balls are soaked, swinging heavy, slapping wet against my taint with every pump. Pre-cum’s pouring out now—thick, almost creamy ropes dangling, breaking, splattering my inner thighs like I’m drooling from the cock.”