Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

The weight of his collapsing body against my shoulder was an anchor dragging me into a bottomless trench of despair, but the Replacement Protocol kept my spine straight, forcing me to stand like a stone monument over the god I had just slaughtered. Nasa pinakatuktok kami ng Spire, binalot ng amoy ng nasunog na kuryente at sariwang iron. Dante’s body slid down my front, his knees buckling until he lay prostrate on the polished black marble, the violet glow of his "Sync" core completely extinguished, leaving only a hollow, smoking wound in his chest. The permanent neural bridge we had fought so hard to forge was now a dead wire, broadcasting nothing but a terrifying, absolute silence into my s

Her tits were covered, and I grinned, "Fuckkkkk yeahhhhh...that was a titty fuck to remember!" The second I said it, I thought about a month ago...another spit roast, where I was pounding away, and Pete was using her mouth. I'd dumped a load inside her, but we swapped places. I remember he went all the way, and she groaned as her body trembled from its thick, beefy pleasure. She was on her back with her legs spread and begging for more, as he rammed her with his cock. He fucked into my creamy load, and she grinned, "Fuck his cum deeper...yeah...yeah...and give me another...give me yours...give me all yours, too!"

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

I gripped my cock and began rubbing it furiously while forming every last blob of sperm in my body into one last load. Finally, I aimed the head of my dick at them and shot two streams. The first globs covered their faces and the second filled their mouths. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cum-swapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.

I told her, truthfully, that she did a fantastic job, that she did everything I liked from a technique standpoint. "How about the end?" she asked. "I swallowed it like I'm supposed to right?" I looked at her kind of funny. "Like you're supposed to?" "Yeah, you know, I always heard that you blokes hate it when we spit out the spunk." I laughed. "Yeah, I suppose. I've had a couple of girls spit it out before. Wasn't that big a deal, but was kind of awkward. But it's not like spit or swallow are the only two options. It doesn't have to go in your mouth in the first place."

At the same time, a message appeared before his eyes- The Great Swallow Spell had been upgraded to level two. “This…” “These Forbidden Spells… are they going to grow a twin lotus out whenever they upgrade to the second level?’ “What about the third and fourth, then?” He was starting to get more excited about this. When the spell upgraded to the second level, he could clearly feel his swallowing powers growing stronger and faster. After consuming the dragon, he didn’t stop in the slightest and started forcibly taking in the flames of the peacock as well.

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

“I can spoof a false activation signal. Make Mikhail think the swarm is live and targeting his own people. Buy us an exit window.” “Do it,” Dante ordered. She worked fast. The console chimed fake command input flashing across screens. “Swarm 2.0 – activation in progress. Targeting Kuznetsov lineage markers.” Mikhail’s voice exploded over the node’s external speakers live feed patched from topside. “You think you can bluff me, Marino? My blood is clean. Yours is diluted. The swarm knows the difference.” But doubt crept into his tone. His chopper rotors thumped louder he was descending, landing on the terminal pad.