An ashtray with a pulse, is all that this strung up vermin amounts to as it hangs naked and vulnerable from my Saint Andrew's cross. I've wedged a clear dental gag in it's mouth, spreading the hole wide and gaping as I begin to take deep drags from my cigarette. I love blowing thick cloud's into the hole, into it's eyes before dropping my ashes onto it's tongue and down it's throat. A smile graces my face and laughter spills from my lips as I point the ember of my cigarette towards it's nipples, tracing a path down to it's cock. I am so close to burning it's flesh, I can nearly smell the ha... Show more