Spit Swapping Novels & Stories

He said, thrusting his hips as he slammed his cock into my mouth. I looked up, my eyes welling with tears as I struggled to take him down my throat, choking a bit, then I pulled back, saliva dripping from my chin. "Damn!" He thrust his cock into my mouth faster and faster..." Bunny”. He slid out with a wet pop.. his cock was slick with spit and precum. “You were about to make me cum already.” He grunted "I won't make it easy for you." I warned, increasing my pace, "You won't get to cum until I decide. Got it, Alpha?"

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

"Yes! Blood oath! If anyone saves Sarah, I stake my reputation!" They probably thought the baby in my womb was leverage, so I would compromise. My childhood friend, Ethan, sent me the chat live. I had him post a statement for me: "The person with severe silver poisoning is not Ella. It is Sarah." "Ella has severed ties with the Blackwood Pack. Warren is tricking you into donating. Donate at your own risk!"

Strings of spit connected my lips to the head when I pulled back to catch my breath. “Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice rough. One hand slid into my hair, not guiding me yet, just holding. I looked up at him, eyes watery, lips swollen and shiny, and took him deep again. I gagged harder this time but kept going, forcing my throat to relax. Tears slipped down my cheeks but I didn’t care. I wanted it messier. I wanted to choke on him. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head before plunging back down until my nose was touching his stomach. My throat convulsed around him and more thick spit flooded out, soaking his balls and dripping onto the floor.

I'll make sure you all pay for this! The nurse tried to show Mom the medical report, but Dad ruthlessly drove her out of the room. He then declared, "I've already found another pregnant woman whose due date matches yours, and I've checked; she's carrying a girl. You must carry this baby to term now! I'll not allow the company's future to be jeopardized in this lifetime!" I later learned that in our previous life, no matter how meticulously my parents groomed me to be a girl, the company's revenue never stopped spiraling downward.

This time he spits twice, slow and deliberate, watching it land on my tongue. “Swallow like the filthy little cumrag you are.”

Geralda looked at me intensely. I nodded, according to what I had seen during my journey to the past dimension, my biological mother and father had intended to swap me with Alpha Felix and Luna Yelena's real daughter. "The baby swap has happened," Nicholas murmured, and I could hear him. "Rachel is being looked after by my birth mom and dad?" Geralda nodded. She snapped her fingers when my answer was correct. "Right." I took a deep breath. I continued what had been going through my mind.

Luis Park called. "THE POWER THAT IS MADE ONLY FOR ME! TASTE THIS!!!!" Luis Park moves his head backwards, lowering, and ready to spit. 'SPIT!' Luis Park spitted his saliva at this God! The Acidic Saliva that can melt stones! 'Haha! You'll taste the power that God bestowed me!' Luis Park thought. "Hahaha!" Yet! It was a miss! "....." "Can you even spit that out straight! Your fucking blind!" "Hahaha!" Butt laughed at this animal idiosyncratic mind.

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I