This infatuation has only been growing. your curiosity for Goddess's spit has become overwhelming, you give in. you give up. you stroke imagining what you would do if you were lucky enough to buy a bottle of my spit. Would you swallow it? Savor it? Stroke with it? The fantasies are endless. Maybe it's because the thought of My spit is so intimate, something that would never be shared with you without a huge price tag. Something you would never be able to obtain organically. you'll never kiss Me, you'll never get close enough to really taste Me. So you do all that you can, pretend. Kneel and... Show more