Are you back, my slave? Do you hunger for my spit, have you been yearning for it in your dreams? Get on the ground and prepare to taste my saliva. It belongs to you. I want every inch of your body drenched in my spit, I want you begging to taste it. Your weakness for my saliva is undeniable

Are you back, my slave? Do you hunger for my spit, have you been yearning for it in your dreams? Get on the ground and prepare to taste my saliva. It belongs to you. I want every inch of your body drenched in my spit, I want you begging to taste it. Your weakness for my saliva is undeniable