You don't deserve spit until you work for it. I'd make you build up your own saliva until you can spit/drool it out of your open mouth and down your chin, spilling onto your body and on the floor. I'd rub your spit over your body, breasts, hair, coating you in a film of your own disgusting spit.
I'd then shove you on the floor to wallow in any spit that hit the floor, cleaning it up with your face and body.
Finally I would spit a thick glob of saliva on my boot and, not until you beg me for it, would I let you lick it off my boot; thanking me all the time for finally getting to receive my precious spit.
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