You’re My Human Ashtray

I love to smoke and when I do I like you to kneel down in front of me and be my ashtray. I love to blow it in your face and make you cough when you’re being pathetic. I don’t smoke all the time, but I do when I want to abuse you sometimes.

I do love knowing that smelling the smoke might annoy you or it might make your dick hard. Either way, I win and you lose.