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, spitcoated 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.
