You, are a hopeless junkie for . You yearn to unscrew that cap, plug one of your nostrils, and deeply inhale from your little brown vile so desperately. Your desperation? Amuses me. Brings a smile to my face and laughter spilling from my lips. I'm going to make you beg, beg for hits of your vice. Beg for the rush in which you crave. I love teasing you, building up your urges and sending them boiling over. Every part of you aching for a hit. For that rush. Just think of how good it will be to indulge once you've earned it, once you've groveled for the privlege. That is... if I give it to you... Show more