A Surprise Encounter
After another minute or so of thrust, he unceremoniously slipped his cock from her lips, a thin string of pre-cum and spittle hanging between her bottom lip and the end of his member.
Catching Their Tails
spittle glistens from the new beast's tongue, as in an instant he draws his fangs back from the wound they'd just made. the creature goes flying, and lands in the dirt. his mate wedges her muzzle beneath the he-fox, and urges him to stand.
Chapter 3B - The Kidnapping
Fuck me boy, you got a little spittle in ya, don'cha?" the weasel cackled. he got so close to the cub's face that toby could smell his horrible breath. it was like rotten milk and old tobacco.
Letting It All Go
As he moaned, his mouth hung open and slack, a little bit of spittle drooling off of william's bottom lip. his normally neat blonde hair was now all astray from the sheer force of the lion's lovemaking, making the squirrel look like he had just woken up.
Settling a Bold Debt
He enjoyed the sticky spittle enveloping the cock and craved more of that tongue that seemed to coil endlessly around his member.
No Good Deed
Wearily, i lift my head, tilting my spittle back down my dry throat as i look at the open hole of a window above my head.
Boy Who Cried Wolf - Chapter One - A Stranger is Met
He held his half-erect penis in one hand, as he spat into his other hand and began lathering the spittle over the head of his penis. he moved forwards, and then guided the spittle moistened head against the young ewe's slender slit.
PMD: Uncertain Apprenticeship
He licked and licked again and again until every part of that puckered hole was covered in warm spittle, even then, he knew he wasn't done.
Not How I Remembered It
Geno's uncontrollable tongue was rasping upwards covering jack's anus in slick foxy spittle. each frantic stroke ran all the way up to his lower back, long and sensuous.
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 3
Banno shouted, spittle flying from his mouth. "or so help me i will make sure both your skins decorate my father's tent before nightfall!" still unable to talk, vekka nodded his head and slowly got back to his feet.
The Demon Badger of Philadelphia
The black spittle of tobacco juice fresh and smelly. he looked to the group until his covered eyes looked across from him. there sat a balding man in his mid-forties.
HIGH INTENSITY
** the wolf towers over me with a gun_leave_ shoved in my face, his spittle showering me like a barrage of arrows. **you cunt** _via_ his words _the_are meaningless. i may as well be dead already.