I know how much you love cigarettes. I know how much you adore the sight of a wicked woman with a cigarette held against her lips. It's a sight that never fails to make your heart race, your cock harden. Yet, you fantasize about more, don't you? You ache to be used like the bitch boy you are. You dream about being used as an ashtray, kneeling on the ground with your mouth open wide. Waiting for the flick of My fingers, waiting to taste the grit of ash against your waiting tongue. Watching Me smoke is your greatest joy. Being used as My ashtray is your greatest wish. I tease you with every h... Show more