In the early afternoon I usually smoke my post-coffee cigarette, what I like to call a "particular cigarette". It has almost become a ritual for me that is repeated almost every day. Comfortably seated in my armchair with my human ashtray beside me, I light my cigarette. His job is just to inhale all the smoke I slowly and repeatedly blow into his nostrils. With deep breaths and wide open mouth he knows he has to do his duty without dropping ash or cigarette butts. Everything must be done flawlessly and above all without drooling on the ground!! During my cigarette break I want his nipples... Show more