Did I say you could stroke? I have full control over you, me and my smoke. The way I press the filter of my Marlboro between juicy lips, then exhale a cloud of smoke is all that it takes to send you into overdrive. I know you are hard. But you're not allowed to stroke; at least not yet. Remember why you're here: to please me. So open up your mouth and consume my ash. You want to feel close to me after all, so you obey, no questions asked - like a good boy. If it makes Goddess happy... and in your quest to stand out, you become easy to manipulate. Just like a puppet.
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