Smoke Ensnare
A brief encounter with Me on a smoke break leaves you breathless and addicted. you should be right here kissing My boots as I blow My smoke down on you. My tight, shiny PVC almost blinding you as you are consumed by My clouds of sacred white smoke - a true moth to flame. Smoke billows from My captivating mouth and nose - you would be so lucky to have even a drop of My ash. And as I crush My cigarette beneath My gold heel I want you to imagine it is you being extinguished. Do you worship every inch of Me, smoke slave? Prove it and get on the ground, lick up My crushed cigarette and perhaps I'll permit you the honour of kissing My divine boot.
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