Whitney and I were enjoying our cigarette’s until you decided to come join, so we’ve decided to use you as our own little human ashtray, doesn’t that sound wonderful?! You’ll be an ashtray for your beautiful goddesses, you’ll breathe in our smoke, taste the ash on your tongue and put
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