Try to keep your mouth open, otherwise what kind of spit bin are you hm? My aim is always on point, not only will you be gargling my spit but your face will be sticky from my juicy sweet saliva, my watery juices will sit into your pores and leave you smelling of my perfection for ages, Spitbins are blessed to have my spit wet their ugly mugs. Endure a brutal verbal humiliation you so deserve and yearn to have all whilst there's an unending spit trickling down to your mouth, the best kisses you've ever had and the best tits you'll beg to serve.