I have you staring at my pretty, plump lips. I know you'd like to kiss me. I know you want to feel my glossy mouth pressed up against yours - but that will never happen. I would never kiss a loser like you. The closest you'll ever get is lapping my saliva out of a stainless steel pet bowl. I make you watch as I drool and spit long, creamy lines of frothy saliva. I tease you with my tongue and pained red lips, letting my lovely white spit drop down over and over again. Before you know it, it's feeding time and you'll be licking up every humiliating drop of my divine drool.