The second our lips touched, I knew this wouldn’t stay soft or sweet.
It was messy. Spit dripping from our mouths, tongues fighting, lips sliding. I loved how filthy it got — the way he grabbed my face, spit in my mouth, and made me swallow it with a smile.
I gave it right back.
Mouth open, tongue out, letting thick spit fall onto his lips… then kissing it all in.
Sloppy, wet, disgusting in the hottest way.
And I couldn’t stop moaning.
If you love spit, open-mouthed kissing, and filthy tongue play — this one s for you.
