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Doll doesn’t mean to spit at Baby but when Baby’s brother startles her into fits and Baby merely laughs, she explodes, spitting at both of them before striding away, her body still trembling even as she flops into the bed.
Baby follows after she sends her brother out to kill, choosing to follow Doll to bed and see if she can make up for what happened. She smirks when Doll reaches for her, pulling her down into the kiss, her smile softer still when Doll leans to lick her own spit off Baby’s chest.
Doll spreads for Baby when her hands reach her thighs, pushing her skirt up as she settles into place, lapping firmly at Doll’s clit until she feels Doll shake apart, her smile soft, sweet and proud.
“Maybe you should spit more often.”
Baby’s words are light, teasing and she smiles as she kisses Doll gently.
“It was kinda hot.”