She holds her mouth open. Proud. Tongue out, spit hanging. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you. You made her like this. Hina Azumi doesn’t ask. She opens wider, lets it pool, lets it drip. She stares while it gathers, strings forming. You can’t look away. She spreads her lips. Wider. The tongue slides slow, slick. Drool coats the plastic. She scrapes again, thicker now. Lets it fall. Then the dildo. She spits on it — slow, heavy. Spreads it, coats it, works it in her hand. Every drop meant for you. She isn’t just drooling. She’s collecting. Saving it. Filling it for you. Her mouth still open. Your screen still wet. And you’re still watching. (181208_05)