I offered you three methods of self destruction and you have picked your poison.

A little glass bottle filled with, how predictable.

But, what you don't know, or soon forget is that I like to play a little game of breath control. When I was young we use to play the p@ss out game, and I loved it as much then as I do now.

I walk you through my game. Breathing patterns, when to inhale, when to hold, when to exhale and when to draw the into your lungs.

I offer a reward. When you've altered your brain enough to see the pretty colors, I reveal my huge tits. You...

I offered you three methods of self destruction and you have picked your poison.

A little glass bottle filled with, how predictable.

But, what you don't know, or soon forget is that I like to play a little game of breath control. When I was young we use to play the p@ss out game, and I loved it as much then as I do now.

I walk you through my game. Breathing patterns, when to inhale, when to hold, when to exhale and when to draw the into your lungs.

I offer a reward. When you've altered your brain enough to see the pretty colors, I reveal my huge tits. You're overcome with lust but you have melted your brain so much you can't jerk off.

Uh oh.

Keep melting it bitch, ruin it for me. Until you've become nothing but my dumb for tits, brain frozen zombie.