Diller dışarı, parmaklar derin, yüze ıslak mari ve salya önemli olan tek şey

"“I swallow her spit because mine just isn't enough." Mari and An take off their skirts and stay on the gray carpet, shirts open, white panties and bras barely visible each time they lean in to spit. An waits, tongue out. Mari aims and lets it drop— a thick, slow line. Then they switch. An kneels down and spits it all back. They suck their fingers. Touch each other's faces. Mari pushes her fingers deep into her mouth just to build more spit. They lick each other's tongues. Swap it back and forth. Spit falls in strands to the floor, stretching between their lips as they pull apart. An slides her finger into Mari's mouth, then brings it to her own. They finish glowing, mouths foamy, and spit still dripping from their chins. You say it's just spit... but your mouth's already open. And you want it filled too. (240522_15)