"You think you're better than me, huh?" Jane snarls, her spit landing on Nat's cheek. Nat smirks, licking it off provocatively. "I could never be as pathetic as you," she retorts, spitting back. They grapple, their bodies glistening with sweat and spit, each striving to assert dominance. Jane finally pins Nat down, her eyes burning with triumph. "Now, taste my disdain," she growls, forcing Nat to drink her spit, their faces inches apart, breaths ragged, in a dance of lezdom that's as intense as it is intimate.