Time to smoke while you stroke. The sun is barely gleaming in to help show how hot boxed this room gets with smoke. Imagine breathing in each drag before opening wide and catching every ash. You love worshiping my smoke. You love looking into my eyes as I blow it in your face. You will always be a smoking slave that can’t stop stroking to my perfect body and face. Lets hot box this room with smoke until you earn the honor of getting drained dry.