Lying helplessly on my coffee table, I ran my cigarette through his body... Of course, I didn't touch the fire to his skin, A wounded slave is of no use to me. But I made him feel the warmth of the fire of my cigarette on his skin. He was so miserable that I couldn't stand it, I pressed my hand against his body so that he wouldn't move and I kissed him hungrily. Actually, it wouldn't be called a kiss on the lips; because he was so small, his whole face was in my mouth. I licked and sucked your whole face...

Then I put out my cigarette in the ash tray, but the ash was still hot. Aft... Show more