Novel & Cerita Spit Swapping

It’s slightly taste salty and sweet at the same time. "Spit it out." he said looking down on me but he’s late. I swallowed all of it. "Shit!" he looks so mad now.

He wouldn't dare touch me again. Back at my apartment, I couldn't stop running to the bathroom to vomit. Even with a second chance at life, the nausea Axel brought me in my past life hadn't faded one bit.

It sounded like a song, a long, complicated, beautiful anthem of a world that had finally learned how to breathe on its own. ​The Spire-Dust didn't stay white for long. Within three days of the "God-Slayer" impact, the ash had been overtaken by a deep, iridescent purple moss that smelled of ozone and wet stone. It was a secondary mutation, a "Clean-Up" species born from the Spire’s dying breath. It didn't just cover the ruins; it began to digest the heavy metals, pulling the toxins from the soil and venting them as a harmless, shimmering mist that hung over the Gutter like a protective veil.

that ripped the mineralizing agents out of the air before they could settle in human tissue. "We’re essentially 'Mining' the air we breathe," Vane explained, her face red from the heat of the scrubbers. "The engines pull the heavy silica particles out using 'Cyclonic-Separation.' The 'Waste-Product' is pure, white sand. We’re producing tons of it every hour. If we don't vent the sand, the Spire will collapse under its own weight."

and “the little best-friend cumdump we’re going to ruin for any other man.” They rotated like that for hours — every hole used, every combination. They made me ride two cocks at once (Jake and Tyler in my pussy together, stretching me obscene) while Mark fucked my throat. Cum-swapping became their favorite game: one would pull out of my ass and shove straight into my mouth so I could taste the filthy mix, then back in again. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My pussy and ass were overflowing, white cum leaking out in messy globs every time they thrust.

While doing that I found him looking at me smiling like an idiot “what?’ I asked while cleaning one cut “ you look nice when focused” he said I swear my heart beat accelerated and butterflies started forming in my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? “rule number 2: no flirting” I said trying to focus on the wound “I wasn’t flirting Sandra! I was just complimenting you” he said “in that case rule number 3: no complementing me” I said to which he chuckled little showing his dimples “okay” he said i resumed cleaning his wounds

That bastard… I dug my elbow into Vincent's gut angrily, forcing him away from me. "Vincent Sawyer, you crazy bastard! I told you that our bonding ceremony is canceled! It's over between us!" "That's enough, honey. I know everything now. You decide to fake forming a bond with another werewolf just to piss me off. Now, I'm back. As long as you admit your mistake, we can throw another bonding ceremony in the future." Needless to say, I was furious upon hearing Vincent's words.

Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself. Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again. "You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

I could smell the spit and pre and sweat mixing between us in that small space. My hole clenched over and over, empty and twitching, and I could not stop staring at how big his cock looked now that there was nothing covering it. “Put your legs up,” Knox said, grabbing behind my knees and hooking them over his shoulders so my ass lifted off the seat. “Hold still while I get this hole ready. You’re going to take every inch whether you think you can or not.” He spat a thick wad of spit right onto my hole and rubbed it in with two fingers, pushing just the tips inside to spread it around.

I shut my eyes tightly, awaiting some sort of worst impact, but that thought still kept ringing in my head: what would happen next? My lips near his, the heat of his breath upon my skin, I gathered all the residual strength and disgust in me and, with one swift and quick motion, let flow from my lips a stream of spittle onto his face: "Pooooarrr!" The sound of my spittle on his skin was music to my ears, an orchestra of disgust and revolt.