So delicious, so divine. Miss Whitney Morgan's SPIT. She sits, looking down upon you, beneath her - where you belong. She licks her lips, asks if you're thirsty.. And lets the drool ooze out of her mouth, thick strings dripping down from her Goddess lips to yours. She uses you as her human spittoon, slowly almost teasing you spitting right into your mouth.. any droplet that dares to touch the floor, you'll surely lap right up.. because you're eager, your thirsty for this precious gift she's giving you.. and you'll take every delicious drop she's got.. begging for more.

So delicious, so divine. Miss Whitney Morgan's SPIT. She sits, looking down upon you, beneath her - where you belong. She licks her lips, asks if you're thirsty.. And lets the drool ooze out of her mouth, thick strings dripping down from her Goddess lips to yours. She uses you as her human spittoon, slowly almost teasing you spitting right into your mouth.. any droplet that dares to touch the floor, you'll surely lap right up.. because you're eager, your thirsty for this precious gift she's giving you.. and you'll take every delicious drop she's got.. begging for more.