Pokemon: Ringside Worshiper
Their tongues met with a mix of spittle and warmth that sent shivers down her spine.
Unexpected Call
As he saw that pink tip begin to slide from the fox's sheath, vell lashed out his tongue, his prehensile appendage curling around the exposed tip and enveloping it in warm spittle and flesh.
Mother's New Side Hustle, Part Three
Fishing his cock out, revealing that the outline in his shorts was _underselling_ his size, if anything, he flopped down a mostly hardened shaft against renee's cheek, but the spittle of precum that leaked into her fur wasn't the insult that joss considered
League of Legends: A King’s Pride, Part 3
A small trail of spittle ran from his muzzle and into his soaked fur. behind him, wukong laughed in a manner that was only nuances apart from insanity.
Need Part II - Interwoven
His muzzle was damp, whether from spittle or vomit; tobias suspected the latter from the smell and the stains to his sheets. tobias thought he himself might be sick.
A Moment for All Time
A trickle of spittle began to drool from his muzzle, and it was only when alexander turned to look at him that the jackal realised his mistake. "oops. my bad! not used to having company." he didn't do anything.
Does a bear...
He displayed his teeth and a stray bit of spittle landed on sadie's cheek as she looked up at him. sadie stopped struggling and the bear stood over her.
Simon's Shower
He swished it around like mouthwash, then spit it back into the cup, along with his own spittle and saliva. meanwhile, he had been stroking his cock ever more rapidly as the feelings intensified.
Mendo Kills a Kitty (Working Title)
spittle flew from his flapping jowls, joining the first wad of bear spunk splattering all over bill's impaled body. the next spurt caked the operative's tented trousers. the final gout simply poured between the top of bill's triangular ears.
Acheoleous -- The Fallen River God
spittle foamed at his mouth from dehydration, and he licked his lips in a futile attempt to quench his thirst. _three days away from the river is taking its toll._ "she's my right to claim as river god. you have no reason to interfere."
From the Diary of Jun – Excerpt 2: Chat Log – Jun and Bet
Her face was dripping with spittle and pre-cum. her lower body was drenched with her own floods. and her core was incongruously dry. bet was true to hir word and being extra careful. "ex-gymnast.
Boxes of fetish (Vomit fetish)
After a few moments of this jared ripped the collie from his cock, just in time to catch a volley of spittle and puke to his pecs. jared turned around and slid back on the couch and pulled the pig up onto it.