Ava and I — two queens in tiny tight shorts — decided to completely destroy my pathetic little bitch-boy today. He’s my doormat, my spit-toilet, my personal punching bag for humiliation. I love watching him break under us, trembling from shame and arousal at the same time.
Ava lies face-down on the bed, arching her perfect ass in those shorts. I straddle her back — my thighs gripping her waist, both of us looking down at this worthless scum on the leash. I yank the collar, dragging him closer.
“See Ava’s ass? — I whisper in his ear. — Maybe next time I’ll make you tongue-fuck her asshole clean... But today you’re not worthy. Today you suck her sweaty feet like the filthy whore you are.”
Ava stretches her legs, I shove his face into her soles — hot, salty, reeking of sweat after a full day in sneakers. He starts working eagerly: sucking each toe, licking between them, swallowing the salty taste. I keep the leash short, not letting him pull away, and begin mercilessly hawking spit right into his face.
Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Thick, long ropes of my divine saliva and clear phlegm fly nonstop — into eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks. Gallons of my spit drip down his face, soak his hair, fill his ears. He’s choking, but keeps licking — I see his cock twitching, he’s seconds from cumming just from our degradation.
“Ptoo, scum! Lick better! Deeper between the toes! Haha, look Ava, he’s about to explode from our spit!”
Then I sit full weight on his neck — head pinned to the floor, he can barely breathe. Ava starts shoving her feet down his throat — deep, triggering gag reflex. We both lean in and hawk in sync: thick globs into his mouth, eyes, nostrils. His entire face, hair, even ears — one dripping mask of our saliva and phlegm. He gurgles, tears streaming, but we just laugh louder.

We gathered again — me Bertie, Ava, Mimi, and Julia — to dn my pathetic boyfriend in spit. He already knew what was coming: dropped to his knees in front of the couch, mouth wide open, eyes down like the obedient whore he is. We sat in a row on the couch — four Queens, cigarettes in hand, wicked smirks, mouths full of thick white phlegm. And the flood began.
We hocked all at once, hard and relentless — thick white globs raining down on his face like a storm. Within the first minute his ugly mug was completely coated: a thick layer of our foamy spit and phlegm covering eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, chin. Splat! Splat! Splat! — the only sound echoing through the apartment. He couldn’t even swallow fast enough — spit ran down his neck, dripped onto his chest, pooled on the floor.
We smoked over him, flicked ash straight into his open mouth and onto his face — he caught it on his tongue, coughed, choked, while we laughed louder: “Catch it, loser! That’s your dessert!”
Then we ordered: “Lie down on the floor, face up, scum!” He obeyed, stretched out flat. We sat and continued kept pouring. Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! — our spits echoing everywhere. Thick loads hitting his mouth, eyes, hair. We aimed deliberately: Ava into his left eye, Mimi into his nose, Julia down his throat, me with massive wads of phlegm right on his forehead. His face turned into a shiny, sticky mask — pure white from our divine loogies.
Finally we hauled him back to his knees — shaky, drenched, broken. “Final round, filth,” I said. Each of us stepped up in turn and slowly, savoring it, hawked one huge, stringy load right into his face: the thread of spit hung in the air for a second before slapping onto his tongue or cheek. He swallowed, gagged, tears streaming down mixed with our saliva.
looked

Ava and I — two queens in tiny tight shorts — decided to completely destroy my pathetic little bitch-boy today. He’s my doormat, my spit-toilet, my personal punching bag for humiliation. I love watching him break under us, trembling from shame and arousal at the same time.
Ava lies face-down on the bed, arching her perfect ass in those shorts. I straddle her back — my thighs gripping her waist, both of us looking down at this worthless scum on the leash. I yank the collar, dragging him closer.
“See Ava’s ass? — I whisper in his ear. — Maybe next time I’ll make you tongue-fuck her asshole clean... But today you’re not worthy. Today you suck her sweaty feet like the filthy whore you are.”
Ava stretches her legs, I shove his face into her soles — hot, salty, reeking of sweat after a full day in sneakers. He starts working eagerly: sucking each toe, licking between them, swallowing the salty taste. I keep the leash short, not letting him pull away, and begin mercilessly hawking spit right into his face.
Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Thick, long ropes of my divine saliva and clear phlegm fly nonstop — into eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks. Gallons of my spit drip down his face, soak his hair, fill his ears. He’s choking, but keeps licking — I see his cock twitching, he’s seconds from cumming just from our degradation.
“Ptoo, scum! Lick better! Deeper between the toes! Haha, look Ava, he’s about to explode from our spit!”
Then I sit full weight on his neck — head pinned to the floor, he can barely breathe. Ava starts shoving her feet down his throat — deep, triggering gag reflex. We both lean in and hawk in sync: thick globs into his mouth, eyes, nostrils. His entire face, hair, even ears — one dripping mask of our saliva and phlegm. He gurgles, tears streaming, but we just laugh louder.

We gathered again — me Bertie, Ava, Mimi, and Julia — to dn my pathetic boyfriend in spit. He already knew what was coming: dropped to his knees in front of the couch, mouth wide open, eyes down like the obedient whore he is. We sat in a row on the couch — four Queens, cigarettes in hand, wicked smirks, mouths full of thick white phlegm. And the flood began.
We hocked all at once, hard and relentless — thick white globs raining down on his face like a storm. Within the first minute his ugly mug was completely coated: a thick layer of our foamy spit and phlegm covering eyes, cheeks, nose, lips, chin. Splat! Splat! Splat! — the only sound echoing through the apartment. He couldn’t even swallow fast enough — spit ran down his neck, dripped onto his chest, pooled on the floor.
We smoked over him, flicked ash straight into his open mouth and onto his face — he caught it on his tongue, coughed, choked, while we laughed louder: “Catch it, loser! That’s your dessert!”
Then we ordered: “Lie down on the floor, face up, scum!” He obeyed, stretched out flat. We sat and continued kept pouring. Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! — our spits echoing everywhere. Thick loads hitting his mouth, eyes, hair. We aimed deliberately: Ava into his left eye, Mimi into his nose, Julia down his throat, me with massive wads of phlegm right on his forehead. His face turned into a shiny, sticky mask — pure white from our divine loogies.
Finally we hauled him back to his knees — shaky, drenched, broken. “Final round, filth,” I said. Each of us stepped up in turn and slowly, savoring it, hawked one huge, stringy load right into his face: the thread of spit hung in the air for a second before slapping onto his tongue or cheek. He swallowed, gagged, tears streaming down mixed with our saliva.
looked

Ava and I — two queens in tiny tight shorts — decided to completely destroy my pathetic little bitch-boy today. He’s my doormat, my spit-toilet, my personal punching bag for humiliation. I love watching him break under us, trembling from shame and arousal at the same time.
Ava lies face-down on the bed, arching her perfect ass in those shorts. I straddle her back — my thighs gripping her waist, both of us looking down at this worthless scum on the leash. I yank the collar, dragging him closer.
“See Ava’s ass? — I whisper in his ear. — Maybe next time I’ll make you tongue-fuck her asshole clean... But today you’re not worthy. Today you suck her sweaty feet like the filthy whore you are.”
Ava stretches her legs, I shove his face into her soles — hot, salty, reeking of sweat after a full day in sneakers. He starts working eagerly: sucking each toe, licking between them, swallowing the salty taste. I keep the leash short, not letting him pull away, and begin mercilessly hawking spit right into his face.
Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Thick, long ropes of my divine saliva and clear phlegm fly nonstop — into eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks. Gallons of my spit drip down his face, soak his hair, fill his ears. He’s choking, but keeps licking — I see his cock twitching, he’s seconds from cumming just from our degradation.
“Ptoo, scum! Lick better! Deeper between the toes! Haha, look Ava, he’s about to explode from our spit!”
Then I sit full weight on his neck — head pinned to the floor, he can barely breathe. Ava starts shoving her feet down his throat — deep, triggering gag reflex. We both lean in and hawk in sync: thick globs into his mouth, eyes, nostrils. His entire face, hair, even ears — one dripping mask of our saliva and phlegm. He gurgles, tears streaming, but we just laugh louder.

Ava and I — two queens in tiny tight shorts — decided to completely destroy my pathetic little bitch-boy today. He’s my doormat, my spit-toilet, my personal punching bag for humiliation. I love watching him break under us, trembling from shame and arousal at the same time.
Ava lies face-down on the bed, arching her perfect ass in those shorts. I straddle her back — my thighs gripping her waist, both of us looking down at this worthless scum on the leash. I yank the collar, dragging him closer.
“See Ava’s ass? — I whisper in his ear. — Maybe next time I’ll make you tongue-fuck her asshole clean... But today you’re not worthy. Today you suck her sweaty feet like the filthy whore you are.”
Ava stretches her legs, I shove his face into her soles — hot, salty, reeking of sweat after a full day in sneakers. He starts working eagerly: sucking each toe, licking between them, swallowing the salty taste. I keep the leash short, not letting him pull away, and begin mercilessly hawking spit right into his face.
Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo! Thick, long ropes of my divine saliva and clear phlegm fly nonstop — into eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks. Gallons of my spit drip down his face, soak his hair, fill his ears. He’s choking, but keeps licking — I see his cock twitching, he’s seconds from cumming just from our degradation.
“Ptoo, scum! Lick better! Deeper between the toes! Haha, look Ava, he’s about to explode from our spit!”
Then I sit full weight on his neck — head pinned to the floor, he can barely breathe. Ava starts shoving her feet down his throat — deep, triggering gag reflex. We both lean in and hawk in sync: thick globs into his mouth, eyes, nostrils. His entire face, hair, even ears — one dripping mask of our saliva and phlegm. He gurgles, tears streaming, but we just laugh louder.

(continuation of A174) ???? Julia and Ava came over to visit, and I (Bertie) decided to properly have fun with my worthless boyfriend.
I walked up, slapped him hard across the face and barked:
“On your knees, you piece of st!”
We locked a heavy collar and leash around his neck, shoved him to the floor and ordered:
“Lie down! Mouth wide open — catch our spit and phlegm! And lick the boots, you filthy dg!”
He obediently stretched out on the black mat. The three of us — me, Julia and Ava — surrounded him in a tight circle.
First I leaned down and let a long thick string of spit slowly drip straight into his open mouth.
Tfuuuu...
Julia immediately added hers:
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu!
Ava laughed and joined in:
Tfu!
We spat without stopping. Powerful, heavy loads echoed through the whole apartment:
TFU! TFU! TFU! TFU!
Thick white spit flew like bullets. He tried to catch it with his mouth, but there was way too much — it fell in huge puddles next to his head, ran down his cheeks, soaked his hair, eyes and nose.
I planted my black patent boot on his face while Julia pressed the heel of her tall red boots into his cheek. Ava stood to the side and kept spitting.
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu-tfu!
His face was already a solid shiny mask of foam and saliva. We laughed so hard tears came to our eyes.
“Tfu, you scum!”
“Tfu, loser!”
“Catch it, you fucking dg!”
He lay there gasping, desperately trying to lick the thick warm clumps from our boots while we furiously kept pouring spit onto his head, into his mouth and over his hair. Rivers of saliva ran across the floor, mixing into massive puddles.
Every single spit hit like a slap. We didn’t pause for a second — three mouths full of sticky phlegm, three cruel smiles, and his body completely soaked in our spit underneath us.

A2011 Four of my girlfriends crashed in — Ava, Rebecca, Julia and Bella.
I, Bertie, dragged my boyfriend into the room. Five goddesses already burning to humiliate my pathetic little bitch.
I put him on his knees right in front of the couch. We sit down — five goddesses in a row. And we start a full-on spit waterfall.
Thick, heavy spit flies non-stop. Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! The sounds echo through the whole apartment.
We spit into his face, into his open mouth, on his eyes, on his hair. Saliva runs in streams. His face and entire head are completely soaked.
He’s choking.
Then we shove our sweaty, stinky feet into his mouth. Red and pink nail polish, wet skin, toes right between his lips. He gags on the feet and our spit at the same time.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!
We scream with laughter, all five of us, until tears come. And we keep going. Again and again. Spitting, pressing our feet in, watching him take everything without daring to even blink.
His whole face is glistening with our spit. Hair soaked. Mouth full.
Ptooey, you disgusting fucking freak!
Ptooey, you worthless fucking dog!
Ptooey, you ugly fucking slave!
You’re on your knees in front of five goddesses.
You catch our spit with your mouth.
You lick our sweaty feet.
You exist only for this.
Ptooey, you filthy fucking worm!
Look at his face.
Look at how we fucked him up.
Soaked, pathetic, covered in our spit and the stink of our feet.
That’s all that’s left of him.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!

A2011 Four of my girlfriends crashed in — Ava, Rebecca, Julia and Bella.
I, Bertie, dragged my boyfriend into the room. Five goddesses already burning to humiliate my pathetic little bitch.
I put him on his knees right in front of the couch. We sit down — five goddesses in a row. And we start a full-on spit waterfall.
Thick, heavy spit flies non-stop. Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! The sounds echo through the whole apartment.
We spit into his face, into his open mouth, on his eyes, on his hair. Saliva runs in streams. His face and entire head are completely soaked.
He’s choking.
Then we shove our sweaty, stinky feet into his mouth. Red and pink nail polish, wet skin, toes right between his lips. He gags on the feet and our spit at the same time.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!
We scream with laughter, all five of us, until tears come. And we keep going. Again and again. Spitting, pressing our feet in, watching him take everything without daring to even blink.
His whole face is glistening with our spit. Hair soaked. Mouth full.
Ptooey, you disgusting fucking freak!
Ptooey, you worthless fucking dog!
Ptooey, you ugly fucking slave!
You’re on your knees in front of five goddesses.
You catch our spit with your mouth.
You lick our sweaty feet.
You exist only for this.
Ptooey, you filthy fucking worm!
Look at his face.
Look at how we fucked him up.
Soaked, pathetic, covered in our spit and the stink of our feet.
That’s all that’s left of him.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!

(continuation of A174) ???? Julia and Ava came over to visit, and I (Bertie) decided to properly have fun with my worthless boyfriend.
I walked up, slapped him hard across the face and barked:
“On your knees, you piece of st!”
We locked a heavy collar and leash around his neck, shoved him to the floor and ordered:
“Lie down! Mouth wide open — catch our spit and phlegm! And lick the boots, you filthy dg!”
He obediently stretched out on the black mat. The three of us — me, Julia and Ava — surrounded him in a tight circle.
First I leaned down and let a long thick string of spit slowly drip straight into his open mouth.
Tfuuuu...
Julia immediately added hers:
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu!
Ava laughed and joined in:
Tfu!
We spat without stopping. Powerful, heavy loads echoed through the whole apartment:
TFU! TFU! TFU! TFU!
Thick white spit flew like bullets. He tried to catch it with his mouth, but there was way too much — it fell in huge puddles next to his head, ran down his cheeks, soaked his hair, eyes and nose.
I planted my black patent boot on his face while Julia pressed the heel of her tall red boots into his cheek. Ava stood to the side and kept spitting.
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu-tfu!
His face was already a solid shiny mask of foam and saliva. We laughed so hard tears came to our eyes.
“Tfu, you scum!”
“Tfu, loser!”
“Catch it, you fucking dg!”
He lay there gasping, desperately trying to lick the thick warm clumps from our boots while we furiously kept pouring spit onto his head, into his mouth and over his hair. Rivers of saliva ran across the floor, mixing into massive puddles.
Every single spit hit like a slap. We didn’t pause for a second — three mouths full of sticky phlegm, three cruel smiles, and his body completely soaked in our spit underneath us.

A2011 Four of my girlfriends crashed in — Ava, Rebecca, Julia and Bella.
I, Bertie, dragged my boyfriend into the room. Five goddesses already burning to humiliate my pathetic little bitch.
I put him on his knees right in front of the couch. We sit down — five goddesses in a row. And we start a full-on spit waterfall.
Thick, heavy spit flies non-stop. Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! The sounds echo through the whole apartment.
We spit into his face, into his open mouth, on his eyes, on his hair. Saliva runs in streams. His face and entire head are completely soaked.
He’s choking.
Then we shove our sweaty, stinky feet into his mouth. Red and pink nail polish, wet skin, toes right between his lips. He gags on the feet and our spit at the same time.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!
We scream with laughter, all five of us, until tears come. And we keep going. Again and again. Spitting, pressing our feet in, watching him take everything without daring to even blink.
His whole face is glistening with our spit. Hair soaked. Mouth full.
Ptooey, you disgusting fucking freak!
Ptooey, you worthless fucking dog!
Ptooey, you ugly fucking slave!
You’re on your knees in front of five goddesses.
You catch our spit with your mouth.
You lick our sweaty feet.
You exist only for this.
Ptooey, you filthy fucking worm!
Look at his face.
Look at how we fucked him up.
Soaked, pathetic, covered in our spit and the stink of our feet.
That’s all that’s left of him.
Ptooey, you pathetic fucking loser!

(continuation of A174) ???? Julia and Ava came over to visit, and I (Bertie) decided to properly have fun with my worthless boyfriend.
I walked up, slapped him hard across the face and barked:
“On your knees, you piece of st!”
We locked a heavy collar and leash around his neck, shoved him to the floor and ordered:
“Lie down! Mouth wide open — catch our spit and phlegm! And lick the boots, you filthy dg!”
He obediently stretched out on the black mat. The three of us — me, Julia and Ava — surrounded him in a tight circle.
First I leaned down and let a long thick string of spit slowly drip straight into his open mouth.
Tfuuuu...
Julia immediately added hers:
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu!
Ava laughed and joined in:
Tfu!
We spat without stopping. Powerful, heavy loads echoed through the whole apartment:
TFU! TFU! TFU! TFU!
Thick white spit flew like bullets. He tried to catch it with his mouth, but there was way too much — it fell in huge puddles next to his head, ran down his cheeks, soaked his hair, eyes and nose.
I planted my black patent boot on his face while Julia pressed the heel of her tall red boots into his cheek. Ava stood to the side and kept spitting.
Tfu!
Tfu-tfu-tfu!
His face was already a solid shiny mask of foam and saliva. We laughed so hard tears came to our eyes.
“Tfu, you scum!”
“Tfu, loser!”
“Catch it, you fucking dg!”
He lay there gasping, desperately trying to lick the thick warm clumps from our boots while we furiously kept pouring spit onto his head, into his mouth and over his hair. Rivers of saliva ran across the floor, mixing into massive puddles.
Every single spit hit like a slap. We didn’t pause for a second — three mouths full of sticky phlegm, three cruel smiles, and his body completely soaked in our spit underneath us.