You are pinned against the wall, arms restrained above you, drooling freely. You cannot stop yourself drooling. A ring gag holds your mouth open. I press my fingers down against your tongue until you salivate, moan. Saliva forms long, slow dewdrops between your chin and your breasts.
I know exactly how it will feel to put my hand on you – on your slippery, spit-coated skin – and slide it down from neck to groin, quite frictionless, under the waistband of your panties, over the mound of your smooth waxed cunt, smearing you with your own slick drool until it meets, seamless, with the wetness of your cunt.
Great story, as usual – these ones about drooling always turn me on – they sound such sexy fun! I’d love to do this, but I don’t ever drool, no matter what He does with his fingers in my mouth, nor wearing any type of mask! Neither do I have a gag reflex, but that is a huge bonus for Him and
me, especially when He’s deep in my throat and I hold a wand against the bulge. It drives Him crazy. I wonder if it having the reflex is something to do with not drooling?
Thanks for posting!