Goddess Lindsey – You Know You Want It Spit Fetish

You, my dear loser, are utterly powerless against my offerings. You understand your worthlessness; you’ll accept whatever morsel I deign to “grant” you. You’re a slave to my luscious lips, but even more so to my divine spit! I know its effect on weak, desperate souls like yours. Eagerly, you open wide, yearning to drink my saliva. Count yourself fortunate for such worship privileges. My spit surpasses your existence; go ahead, beg for more. Picture my perfect breasts glistening with my spit. How desperately you’d bury your face in my cleavage, lapping it up. Your weakness for my saliva is truly astonishing.