I smoke, you sniff and stroke I pull out a cigarette and, just before lighting it up, I briefly dangle it between my lips. Your cock throbs under your pants. But you are a good boy, you'll wait for my queue. Stroke, and you obey. Sniff, and you obey. And as I inhale, so do you, your will melting away, your mind becoming malleable - so malleable in fact you'd do anything for me. Weak for my tits and ass and so vulnerable, at my mercy. You'll beg me to cum but ultimately, you know it's up to me: I control your orgasms and if I'm feeling generous I might let you. Either way, you'll be thanking... Show more