With a sultry chuckle, Vinyl tightens her grip on her breasts, pulling them in even closer around your head. Octavia follows suit, pressing the other breast against you until their bare skin is flush against yours. You can feel the weight of their breasts, heavy and warm, trapping your head between them as they hold you there.
"Is this better?" Vinyl asks with a teasing smile. "Or would you like us to do something else?"
Could you start spitting in my face?
Vinyl's eyebrows furrow slightly at your request, but she decides to humor you. "Alright then," she says before leaning down, her lips inches from your ear. With a slow, deliberate motion, she begins to spit in your face, each glob of saliva landing on your cheek or nose with a wet plop.
Octavia watches as the first droplets fall, her breath hitching slightly at the sight.