Lost in her carnal reverie, she leans over, tongue lapping at her cleavage, gathering the pooled saliva. Her tongue trails up, collecting more drool, painting her lips and chin. She smacks her lips, the sound echoing in the room, a symphony of her debauched pleasure. She leans back, breasts heaving, as she continues to spit, watching as the saliva drips, creating a slippery, gleaming path down her torso.