She made sure to suck hard, letting the camera capture the way her cheeks hollowed and her throat visibly bulged as she took him deep.
"That's it," Mike encouraged, the camera tilting as he watched her. "Show everyone well; show me exactly what you are."
Aveline leaned into the performance, her moans becoming more performative, more desperate.
"Mmmph!! Hnggg!! Ahhh!!" she cried out, knowing the microphone would catch every wet slap of her tongue and every choked gasp.
She began to stroke her own breasts again while maintaining the deep thrusts, creating a visual spectacle of complete, shameless devotion for his private collection.
The humiliation of being filmed had twisted into something far more potent: a performance of pure, unadulterated submission. Aveline could feel the heat of the camera lens on her skin as if it were a physical touch, and it pushed her to escalate, to show Mike exactly how far she was willing to go for his amusement.
