There is nothing more captivating than the sight of a beautiful Woman smoking with effortless dominance. Seated regally on the Throne, Goddess Samariel exudes power with every slow drag of Her cigarette. The way Her lips curl around it, the sensual precision as She exhales smoke; it makes you weak, doesn’t it?

A Goddess of Her stature always has a human ashtray ready, one who exists solely to swallow Her ash and serve as Her spittoon. Multi-functional, as all human objects should be. This boy kneeling before Her is fortunate; his purpose grants him the closest proximity he will e...

There is nothing more captivating than the sight of a beautiful Woman smoking with effortless dominance. Seated regally on the Throne, Goddess Samariel exudes power with every slow drag of Her cigarette. The way Her lips curl around it, the sensual precision as She exhales smoke; it makes you weak, doesn’t it?

A Goddess of Her stature always has a human ashtray ready, one who exists solely to swallow Her ash and serve as Her spittoon. Multi-functional, as all human objects should be. This boy kneeling before Her is fortunate; his purpose grants him the closest proximity he will ever achieve to Her mouth, through the ash and spit She allows him to consume.

you dream of being in his place, don’t you?