Spit fetish

I lean forward, my crimson braids swaying like whips, eyes piercing your soul as I part my lips, letting thick strands of saliva drip onto the cold steel plate. “Kneel, worm,” I hiss, swirling my tongue piercing in the glistening pool. My fingers trace the edge, scooping the essence, forcing it toward you. Choke on … Perverse, Young, Arrogant Schoolgirl