There is no better feeling to you, a hopeless junkie then to sniff from the brown vile and stroke your cock. Mind mush, body reprogrammed to be lose and feel. You are rock hard in the palm of your hand as the fluid leaves your brain and floods straight towards your dick. Heart is racing, pulse rapid as beads of sweat drip from your forehead. If it were up to you, you'd bust at any moment. But it isn't. I'm in control, commanding you to sniff and stroke for me; allowing precum to leak from your head in spurts as your desperation pours out from within you. I've made you beg for the brown vile... Show more