Everyone hold hands and pray with intention because Jack Abbot who likes to spit on your cunt.
He gets you on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. with one hand, he unbuckles his belt and tugs it off so he can pop open the button on his trousers. His other hand caresses your ass, giving the soft globes a firm shake as he hums. Then, leaning forward in his wheelchair to get a better look, Jack spreads your lips with his two fingers.
Cold air tickles the hot flesh of your pussy, dripping from the amount of time you've spent sitting here, waiting as you present yourself for him.
You know to expect it before it comes. Jack never warns you, but he does hold his breath for a moment, let a finger slide through your arousal, coating the digit for him to pop in his mouth after–
There it is. Warm, viscous, and unrelenting, Jack's spit lands square on your clit, and you gasp. He swipes a finger through it, spreading it down to your entrance where his spit-coated fingers slide inside– well, they really dip in. Just as his fingers grace you with their presence, they make a retreat out of your cunt to wipe ungracefully against your ass.
"Looks good," Jack states, tugging his hard cock out of his now-unzipped pants, "Now why don't you spit on this, sweetheart."











