Bertie brags to her friends, practically squealing:
«Girls, you won’t fucking believe how we destroyed my pathetic little slave-bitch yesterday! Rebecca and Gwen came over, and Rebecca immediately goes: “Let’s relax, tie up your worthless worm and feed him our stinky spit, snot, and sweaty, rancid armpits till he chokes.” The three of us pounced on that disgusting loser like an___ls, tied him to the chair so tight he couldn’t even twitch; completely immobilized the little fuckpig.
And then the fun started: all three of us at once started SPITTING RIGHT IN HIS FUCKING FACE! Thick, nasty loogies, snot rockets, straight into his open mouth, his eyes, his nose, all over his hair; his whole ugly head covered in foaming drool, dripping down his cheeks, he’s gagging and coughing, and we’re laughing like total bitches and spitting even harder!
Then Rebecca steps up, lifts her arm and SMOTHERS him with her nasty, sweaty, never-shaved armpits; shoves them right into his nose and mouth till he’s sufating, wheezing like a dying pig, while Gwen and I BLAST his face with more slimy spit and phlegm! We take turns: I grab his neck and choke him with my rank, dripping armpits, grinding them into his face while the girls hawk giant loogies all over him; he already stinks like a dumpster full of week-old armpit sweat and spit.
At the very end the three of us stood over him and gave him the ultimate spit-shower: we completely dro-ed his face, flooded his mouth till it overflowed, soaked his hair and ears; he’s literally dronng in our slimy drool, choking and gurgling, and we just laughed and fired the last fat, nasty spit-wads straight down his pathetic throat. A soaked, stinking, worthless piece of garbage; perfect night!» But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drowg her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

Bertie brags to her friends, practically squealing:
«Girls, you won’t fucking believe how we destroyed my pathetic little slave-bitch yesterday! Rebecca and Gwen came over, and Rebecca immediately goes: “Let’s relax, tie up your worthless worm and feed him our stinky spit, snot, and sweaty, rancid armpits till he chokes.” The three of us pounced on that disgusting loser like an___ls, tied him to the chair so tight he couldn’t even twitch; completely immobilized the little fuckpig.
And then the fun started: all three of us at once started SPITTING RIGHT IN HIS FUCKING FACE! Thick, nasty loogies, snot rockets, straight into his open mouth, his eyes, his nose, all over his hair; his whole ugly head covered in foaming drool, dripping down his cheeks, he’s gagging and coughing, and we’re laughing like total bitches and spitting even harder!
Then Rebecca steps up, lifts her arm and SMOTHERS him with her nasty, sweaty, never-shaved armpits; shoves them right into his nose and mouth till he’s sufating, wheezing like a dying pig, while Gwen and I BLAST his face with more slimy spit and phlegm! We take turns: I grab his neck and choke him with my rank, dripping armpits, grinding them into his face while the girls hawk giant loogies all over him; he already stinks like a dumpster full of week-old armpit sweat and spit.
At the very end the three of us stood over him and gave him the ultimate spit-shower: we completely dro-ed his face, flooded his mouth till it overflowed, soaked his hair and ears; he’s literally dronng in our slimy drool, choking and gurgling, and we just laughed and fired the last fat, nasty spit-wads straight down his pathetic throat. A soaked, stinking, worthless piece of garbage; perfect night!» But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drowg her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

Bertie brags to her friends, practically squealing:

«Girls, you won’t fucking believe how we destroyed my pathetic little slave-bitch yesterday! Rebecca and Gwen came over, and Rebecca immediately goes: “Let’s relax, tie up your worthless worm and feed him our stinky spit, snot, and sweaty, rancid armpits till he chokes.” The three of us pounced on that disgusting loser like an___ls, tied him to the chair so tight he couldn’t even twitch; completely immobilized the little fuckpig.

And then the fun started: all three of us at once started SPITTING RIGHT IN HIS FUCKING FACE! Thick, nasty loogies, snot rockets, straight into his open mouth, his eyes, his nose, all over his hair; his whole ugly head covered in foaming drool, dripping down his cheeks, he’s gagging and coughing, and we’re laughing like total bitches and spitting even harder!

Then Rebecca steps up, lifts her arm and SMOTHERS him with her nasty, sweaty, never-shaved armpits; shoves them right into his nose and mouth till he’s sufating, wheezing like a dying pig, while Gwen and I BLAST his face with more slimy spit and phlegm! We take turns: I grab his neck and choke him with my rank, dripping armpits, grinding them into his face while the girls hawk giant loogies all over him; he already stinks like a dumpster full of week-old armpit sweat and spit.

At the very end the three of us stood over him and gave him the ultimate spit-shower: we completely dro-ed his face, flooded his mouth till it overflowed, soaked his hair and ears; he’s literally dronng in our slimy drool, choking and gurgling, and we just laughed and fired the last fat, nasty spit-wads straight down his pathetic throat. A soaked, stinking, worthless piece of garbage; perfect night!» But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drowg her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

0012RB Berti and Rebecca spill the tea to their girls about how they destroyed Berti’s guy
"Girls, buckle up—this was so brutal, the devil himself would be jealous! Me and Rebecca decided to t_ture my loser again till he’s crying like a baby. He’s in the kitchen, fumbling with some cooking, and we barge in—black leggings hugging our curves like a second skin, asses looking like pure fire, total sex demons! His jaw drops, he’s trembling with pathetic lust, but we slam him to his knees. We start the show: spitting on each other’s asses—huge, sticky globs of spit and phlegm dripping down our booties like white honey. He’s whimpering like a happy dog, greedily licking the spit off my ass, then Rebecca’s, tonguing our booties like a possessed maniac. I yank down Rebecca’s leggings and spit all over her bare ass—thick, snotty globs—and he’s practically cumming from joy, licking her like a fanatic.
But that was just the warm-up! We start hocking globs in his pathetic face—I spit, Rebecca follows, and his mug’s a dripping swamp of our spit and snot in seconds. We’re firing like machine gunsin his eyes, mouth, hair—till he’s choking on our gooey sludge. I grab his hair, shove his face into Rebecca’s spit-soaked ass: ‘Lick, you filth!’ He’s licking, and we’re slapping his face—my slaps crack like whips, Rebecca’s hits make his mug burn red. We spit nonstop, his hair, eyes, face drenched in our white, sticky mess, and he’s still licking our asses like it’s his reason to live. We’re laughing our asses off while he whimpers, covered in spit

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

We really like to punish him. The slave is tied up and we brutally bite his body. Come on loser, shut up and wear proudly our deep teeth marks on your fucking body!

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.

I swaggered into my pathetic little hovel, and there was my sniveling, worthless slave girl, groveling like a worm, practically sobbing for me to degrade her miserable existence. Oh, you disgusting little slut, begging for scraps of my scorn? I hawked up a vile, thick wad of spit—practically a gallon of slimy, rancid drool—and splattered it across my leggings, letting it ooze like the filth you are. That desperate, greedy piglet dove in, slurping and sucking at the mess like a starved ani..l, her pathetic tongue scraping at my leggings as if her life depended on it. Her beady little eyes screamed for more, pleading for me to defile her further. So, I gave the little bitch what she craved—hocking a grotesque, frothy cascade of spit, laced with phlegm and snot, right into her eager, pathetic face. Globs of my thick, stinking saliva plastered her cheeks, dripped into her gaping mouth, and matted her hair, leaving her a drenched, revolting mess, coated in my waste.
But that wasn’t nearly enough for this pitiful creature. I wasn’t done reducing her to nothing. I for..d her trembling jaws apart and unleashed another torrent of spit, letting it pool in her unworthy mouth. Then, I rammed my reeking, sweat-soaked feet deep down her throat, making her choke on the rancid stench of my soles, her gagging only fueling my disgust for her. She squirmed, pathetic and helpless, as I perched on her scrawny chest, pinning her like the insignificant bug she is. I kept spitting—endless streams of slimy, foul saliva—drow..g her face, her mouth, her very soul in my contempt. She was nothing but a quivering, spit-soaked husk, utterly broken under the weight of her own shameful submission.