Tazmania: A Night with Dad
It was late and Taz was slowly making his way from his room, quietly so as not to wake anyone. He crept through his home, past his parents' bedroom before sneaking into the living room where a familiar figure sat. It was his father, Hugh. He sat on the...
Majorra and Damien Part III
A trail of spittle lingered between damien's tongue and the reddened, engorged tapered tip, until it fell upon the cushions below.
It Runs in the Blood (Commision)
You might wanna stop--" \*brrrrraaaaapppppp\* i belched long and hard as my gut squeezed through the open buttons of my shirt, my spittle soaking the table as my belch blew across the tablecloth.
Commission: A Common Cold
What followed was another surge of itching in his nasal cavity, swelling up and forcing its way through his body, and a violent burst of spittle raining on kurt's head.
Serenading the Beagle Sisters
With her tongue still coated by krista's juices, she tilted her head back and went in for an immediate comparison, slurping her way through the needy petals of the older beagle and coating them with mingled arousal and spittle in one pass.
Size Doesn't Matter
She cooed, letting that mixture of pre and spittle drool out over her lips onto his shaft, smeared across it by her stroking paws.
Flash Fiction: The Manticore
With a wet suck and squishy pop, sarhi pulled off, spittle stringing between them lewdly. her tongue looped once over her swollen lips, sucking it all in one squelching gulp.
Deltarune: Stitched Together
The prince shuddered in his touch and groaned, mouth parting to let his tongue slip inside where he cherished the feeling of spittle on spittle mixing.
Chapter 2 (Spitplay, Incest, F/F, M/F)
The lake of spittle forming in her open mouth was rising rapidly towards the corners of her lips.
RoR: Whispers Part 2
Both of her hands hovered over his member while she felt that sticky tongue lubing her ass with a spittle that was much more viscous than any humans.
The Night of the Lion
My senses light up as i feel the tip of my member brush past his soft fur a second before resting against the tight warm ring of his leonine ass, still moist from my own spittle.
Lets embrace my deer 5
Warmth and sloppy spittle soaking the outside and now lathering her from within, making sure every single centimeter of her existence was covered in sheep spit.