Bound In Heart and Leather
The wolf's breathing rattled through the hole, and spittle fell from it in thick drops. "that looks good on you, boy. let's get you down where you belong, now."
The Birds, The Falls, and The Feline Conversion
Coming down from his blissful high, the leopard felt the cool air of the falls where the bird had left his backside covered in spittle. it felt cold in a way that made the cat uncomfortable, like something was missing.
Witch Ways: A Fair Trade
When their lips parted, spittle colored both clear and blue hung from their tongues connecting them together.
A Cooling Rac
Snarling and throwing spittle about, body twisting and contorting as the heat radiated from him, feeling the sensation of ants crawling over his skin as his body hair began to thicken and grow.
Ragefire Captive - Chapter 1 - LFG
Taking a moment to gather it, she spat a glob of bloody spittle at the leonine orc's face; it fell short, tinting his robe a deeper red where it landed.
Working Hard to Keep Him Working
Those momentary breaks when she pulled her lips away to speak left tango shivering: the presence of her spittle created a new source of cool, ticklish pleasure whenever a breeze would swing by.
Off Leash Chapter 8
Scrags exploded with a sputter of green spittle. "i dun know! he's dead and it don't matter!" his sudden rage rocked me back onto my haunches. faint wisps of smoke rose from the floor where the spittle hissed. "ah, sorry.
Ork Master
The mighty ork drooled warm spittle, that quickly pooled and oozed into that wonderful musky sheath. he ground his lips to the leathery pouch's lips, almost kissing it.
An Average Afternoon
Silver's a combination of spittle and jizz. sivoko's soaked in cunt juice and her own pearly white cream.
She Can Take it All
spittle was already dripping down the underside of his cock, daring him to keep her, quite literally, on her toes...but as much as she might have been having _fun_ playing with his length, he knew that there was only so much physical pleasure she could feel
The Rooess - (Unfinished)
Well into my lengthy session of fang polishing, i caught sheira's cheeks stiffening and the ends of her maw dripping with watery, yellow tainted spittle.
Confessions of a Dragon: Chapter 4
I yell so loud that long spittles of my drool splatter on his face, just an inch away. i know he can feel the breath roaring pass his face and smell the raw meat. "i can snap your arms off just as easy, in fact, far far easier."