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Tightly wrapped in plastic, with only a hole on the mouth to breathe, the slave is blinded by the bondage and the sunlight. However he can feel the presence of Elis Euryale, dressed in elegant red rubber, coming close to him. He can hear the recognizable sound of the lighter, and when she inhales her cigarette. He can smell the distinctive scent of the ashes, and the smoke she blows in his face. The scene is ecstatic, is he dreaming already? It's only when the slave feels the heat of the ashes on his tongue that reality calls him back: he is just a human ashtray for the pleasure and comfort...
Tightly wrapped in plastic, with only a hole on the mouth to breathe, the slave is blinded by the bondage and the sunlight. However he can feel the presence of Elis Euryale, dressed in elegant red rubber, coming close to him. He can hear the recognizable sound of the lighter, and when she inhales her cigarette. He can smell the distinctive scent of the ashes, and the smoke she blows in his face. The scene is ecstatic, is he dreaming already? It's only when the slave feels the heat of the ashes on his tongue that reality calls him back: he is just a human ashtray for the pleasure and comfort...
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