The more I smoke this delicious cork cigarette the more your freewill dwindles until it's nothing but ash. I am in control but you already knew that because you feel it coursing through your soul, this psychological ride only has one stop. Addiction. But once you stop there, you don't return. There is no escape from such a perfectly carved smoking Goddess like me. Proving my ontrol over you is effortless, you're already in such a weakened state. By my command you will obey and pump your throbbing cock - until I say otherwise. Become lost in me, and the smoke you crave so badly...