"How lucky are you right now," Mistress Trish asks rhetorically as she straddles Iron Ball's face, "you're about to be drenched." Before she finishes her sentence Trish spits a long thicks glob of her saliva into his mouth. Desiring to coat his face and fill his mouth with her spit Trish wastes no time spitting all over him. She permits him to drink a bit of saliva before she starts covering every inch of his face. She spits up his nose, completely coats his eyes with spit so that he can't even open them, and then, when his face is spit drenched to her liking, decides that she wants to fill hi...

"How lucky are you right now," Mistress Trish asks rhetorically as she straddles Iron Ball's face, "you're about to be drenched." Before she finishes her sentence Trish spits a long thicks glob of her saliva into his mouth. Desiring to coat his face and fill his mouth with her spit Trish wastes no time spitting all over him. She permits him to drink a bit of saliva before she starts covering every inch of his face. She spits up his nose, completely coats his eyes with spit so that he can't even open them, and then, when his face is spit drenched to her liking, decides that she wants to fill his entire mouth with her salvia and not permit him to swallow until she is happy with the amount of spit pooling in it. When the lucky spittoon gets to finally swallow the thick pool of Trish's saliva his usefulness is not quite over. She hovers above his face, pulls her panties to the side, and fills his mouth with a huge flood of her golden. So much so that, despite his best efforts to swallow every drop, it begins to spill out of his mouth and run down his face. Loving using her slave in this way Trish smiles as she drenches him and then sits back, resting her sharp metal heels painfully, on his nipples as she satisfactorily surveys how saturated the lucky slave is with her libations.