Tükürüğüm için canın mı çekiyor

Pathetic, just pathetic. You think I'm your personal chef, serving up My spit on a silver platter? Wrong. You'll have to earn every drop. Watching you beg, desperate for a taste... it's amusing. Show me how desperate you are to have My essence coat your tongue Now, open wide. That's it, take it in. My spit, warm and thick, sliding down your throat. You love it, don't you? You're addicted to the flavor that's been swirling in My mouth. Beg for more, pet, You're not fooling anyone with those big eyes. That's the taste of submission, and you're lapping it up like the obedient pet you are.