A glistening web of spit stretches between his lips and tongue as he stretches them wide, reveling in the tactile pleasure of his oral fixation. His tongue, a writhing, wet muscle, probes and teases, drawing out more and more saliva. The room is filled with the sound of his wet, sloppy kisses and the slapping of his cock against his belly. He revels in the taboo, the sheer filth of his act, as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge, his body coated in a sheen of sweat and spit.