Little snot rag.
My eyes start to water, my voice is trembling - and so you open your mouth, excited for what's about to come. I sneeze. You are rock hard, my sticky, still warm snot all over your face as you beg for more. You want nothing more than to be my used little snot rag, your only purpose in life: to be my tissue, an object for me to use as I please and then, when I'm done with it, to discard x