You aren't a very complicated creature. No, I know exactly what you need. What your body craves. What you seek, day after day, night after night. Why you always stumble right back into My clutches. You just can't help yourself. You are consumed by your need for Me, your growing hunger. There is no room in your loser brain for anything expect this: Me and My cigarette. Clad in a tiny little bikini that flaunts every delicious curve, your addiction only spikes. The sight of the sensual smoke trickling out from between My lips, it makes you instantly hard. I tease you, laughing at your despera... Show more