Lila.
He widens my legs further with rough hands, knees pushed back until one brushes my face, exposing me completely.
“All mine… all f*****g mine,” he growls, tilting his head to spit a thick glob right on my p***y.
The warm saliva lands hot on my mound, trickling down to my clit, making it twitch and throb.
Instead of releasing my thighs, he presses one down harder, pinning it, his spit mixing with my wetness, sending electric jolts through my veins.
I crave more—filthy, degrading, perfect.
“I want more, please… spit on me, please,” I cry, words tumbling out unfiltered, my body betraying every sense.
It started craving Damon long ago.
“Oh, you want more? You’re so dirty, aren’t you… my dirty little plaything,” he says, pouring another fat glob of saliva onto my p***y.
It h
