Messy #05

There's something raw about watching a gorgeous woman let go like that—mouth open, chin slick, spit dripping everywhere. John Stagliano has a gift for catching every wet sound, every thick rope of drool that stretches from fingers to tongue before it falls. Sheena Shaw, Chanel Preston and Mischa Brooks waste no time. Fingers slide deep, cheeks bulge, saliva spills down wrists and necks and keeps coming. They trade fingers, trade tongues, rub the mess across each other's breasts until the wetness gleams on skin and nobody's dry anymore. Bodies twist and slide, lips shiny, hair stuck, every gasp feeding the next stream of spit. By the end they're tangled in it, faces streaked, chests heaving, three women lost in a wet, glistening pile that keeps pulling them closer.