Sniffing My Snot – Spitting Into The Nostril
I circle my bound pet, chains rattling like whispers of his submission. His head tilts back, tape sealing eyes and lips into oblivion, collar biting into flesh. With a wicked grin, I pry open that desperate mouth, letting my warm spit cascade down his throat in a humiliating torrent. He chokes on my essence, body … Sniffing My Snot – Spitting Into The Nostril