you exist to serve Me as My personal human ashtray. My shiny PVC clad curves and pantyhose legs tease you as you grovel before Me. When I snap My finger, dangling My cigarette from My lips you crawl to perform your duty of lighting My cigarette. I blow My smoke in your face and you weaken instantly, craving more as I sensually seduce you. Worship My holy smoke and stick out your tongue to savor My sacred ash. you are so grateful and honored to be even considered to be used by Me, you are desperate to show Me what an obedient ashtray object you are.

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