I think you have an oral fixation - you can't get enough of my lips. Watching as they are smothered in lipstick, has you hard, stroking, and hungry. But the real fun? The real fun comes when I light up a smoke. Watching billowing clouds escape my pretty painted lips drives you further to the edge. Do you crave to be my ashtray? For me to blow the clouds in your face, or opening your mouth to accept my ash? It all sounds so divine, you'd beg and plead me to turn you into nothing but my silent, submissive ashtray bitch...