Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

I spat into it to aid my tongue movement. His pull on my hair was harder, but I didn't mind; my dick was super hard ready to penetrate him. I raised my head, smiling seductively at him. I watched his eyes turn mush while I moved slowly, letting my dick out. Using my free hand to grip his butt and stroke his dick, I spit on the cap of my cock, rubbing the saliva all over my length, his asshole looking wider, obviously excited at my coming.

“That’s it, slut. Get it nice and wet.” I pulled off and dribbled a line of spit down his shaft. “Now stroke me while you slap it against your tongue.” Fuck, that was hot.

" My rejections, sharp and unyielding, finally brought a flush to his eyes. He choked up, then began the familiar performance. "Leah! My family is falling apart! Are you really going to just watch us go down like this? What did our six years mean to you?!" "Then let me ask you—what did those six years mean to you? Nothing, right? Not even a cent's worth. You disappeared for a whole month before our wedding to be with Sophie. Who forced you? Everything now—you brought it on yourself. What does any of it have to do with me?" The words left no room for sympathy. Jayden's tears dried up mid-act. He couldn't keep it up anymore. He shot me a vicious look and turned to leave.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

I said with a grin, "I might actually start enjoying this partnership if you keep the sarcasm levels this high." His smirk widened, but before he could retort, Jenna, now fully caffeinated, bounced back into action. "Alright, let’s get to work, people!" she announced, ignoring the fact that she’d just spent five minutes lying on the floor earlier. "We’ve got a juicy scandal to unravel, and this coffee won’t drink itself." "Spoken like a true professional," I muttered, earning another smirk from Damien. And that was it—our day had officially begun. A blend of chaos, sarcasm, and something that felt like the early stages of something bigger—but it was hard to tell if that was just the caffeine

He tilted his head back, his eyes shutting nearly as he worked his cock. “Spit on their cocks, maya, Let them jerk off to how beautiful you are and how you take my cock. How sweet your ass is. Fuck… I’m gonna cum soon. Spit on their cocks!” I ordered. She did just that, heavy globs of spit coating all three cocks. They moved at a frantic pace, eyes on us now. My cock slid out of her hole as I switched between her pussy dripping with juices and her ass, which sucked me perfectly.

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

We were both suspecting her to be a fake,' William reminded. "Jengo, it is quite obvious that she won't answer. Do the honors for her. Though from the name alone, I have a feeling I know exactly what it is," William answered. "And it may be exactly as you think," Jengo said. "As the name suggests, the Wolf Swap Rite is a rite- the rite- that switches the wolves of two werewolves. The process is not simple as it sounds, for it is a very long process that needs the full cooperation from bother werewolves in order for it to be a success. During the long, slow, excruciating process of forcibly switching out the wolves, the two werewolves will have each other's scent on them- the scent that reall

“It’s dreadful, isn’t it? It’s how you left me night after night. Proportionate to my suffering. That’s how I executed the spell. It’s delicious to watch you suffering. Now. Spit. On. My cock.” She sobbed. Reluctantly spitting on the tip. “Good girl. Keep your head up now. Look at me.” I caught under her armpits and drug her up the table until her cleavage was spilling over the edge. I spit on my hand and stroked into that hole between her breasts. Moistening it. Then when I was content with it. I stuffed my hardness between them. Looking down, amused to see her big blue eyes filled with mortification as they stared up at me. Her chin bobbing against my pelvis as I fucked her tits.