You said to her, "Well, we could do anything you want. Doesn't matter to me." She thought about this for a hot second, thinking of what she could do next to her little friend. Just then, a little click of light shined in her brain, and she bolted out of her room to get something. "What was it that she was so amped up about?" you thought to yourself. Then, as she came back in, you saw she had a plastic cup in her hands. She placed it down right next to you and you wondered why she had it with her. Just then, she picked you up and placed you in it. You said with exclamation, "Angie! What are you doing? Why am I here in this cup?" She replied back to you with, "Oh, you'll see soon enough, little man". She made herself look more "exhilarating" for some odd reason, such as making her hair and looks appear more 'eye catching'. She also chewed on a lot of gum. She then walked back to you in her cup and said, "Enjoy this, Joey" and she started drooling into the cup, almost in a pleasuring way. Your hair, body, everything about you was covered in her drool and bubbles of spit. You smelt like her breath, minty and candy like, but also a little smelly. She then started getting balls of saliva in her mouth, and started spitting at your tiny body. You still were enjoying everything she did to you. You loved the way she giggled after she drooled and spit on you, and you loved how she acted all girly like. Your body was a tub of her amazing spit and drool. She then said in a girly voice, "You like my spit Joey? Maybe I should do this to my feet sometime! You could have the time of your life!" You were all dizzy and faint like at how a little girl could do something to a little toy that was so wrong, so dirty, so... pleasuring. As the tubs of spit were up to your neck, you again passed out from yet another pleasuring deed by Angie. You swished around in her spit and decided to drink some of it. It was the most greatest thing ever. A taste of mint, something else (most likely an apple), and her candy like breath was what you tasted. Again, you decided that you couldnt handle the amount of pleasure happening, so the night took over your eyes yet again. You woke up, with her strings of spit still on you. But you were out of the cup. You were now on her hand, as she was waiting for you to wake up.
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