It amuses me to no end that you eagerly anticipate the foul scent of my used socks, desperate to press your face against them, inhaling every molecule of my superiority. Your mouth, ever so obedient, acts as a cleansing machine, savoring every particle of dirt, hungrily sucking the sweat out of them as if it's a gourmet treat. How laughable you are, relishing the taste of my feet, letting the saltiness slide down your throat. But the true masterpiece? Watching you as I ash my cigarette into that eager mouth of yours. Every time I feel the urge to spit, you're there, ready and waiting, catch...

It amuses me to no end that you eagerly anticipate the foul scent of my used socks, desperate to press your face against them, inhaling every molecule of my superiority. Your mouth, ever so obedient, acts as a cleansing machine, savoring every particle of dirt, hungrily sucking the sweat out of them as if it's a gourmet treat. How laughable you are, relishing the taste of my feet, letting the saltiness slide down your throat. But the true masterpiece? Watching you as I ash my cigarette into that eager mouth of yours. Every time I feel the urge to spit, you're there, ready and waiting, catching every drop, cherishing my disdain. Oh, how I've molded you into the perfect, subservient ashtray. Don't miss out on hearing every bit of this; it's a testament to your servile existence.