There's nothing better than using a weak human as an ashtray. It's so hot seeing you kneel before me, mouth open, waiting for my ash. I'm going to blow my smoke right into your face, making you inhale my fumes. You are nothing to me but a receptacle, a weak horny ashtray for the devil.

There's nothing better than using a weak human as an ashtray. It's so hot seeing you kneel before me, mouth open, waiting for my ash. I'm going to blow my smoke right into your face, making you inhale my fumes. You are nothing to me but a receptacle, a weak horny ashtray for the devil.