I don’t really smoke anymore, but I’ll gladly light up if it means using you as my pathetic little ashtray. I want you front and center, on your knees, mouth open. Patiently waiting for me to ash this cigarette in your mouth like a good little ashtray. You know you’re eager to taste my ashes.

I don’t really smoke anymore, but I’ll gladly light up if it means using you as my pathetic little ashtray. I want you front and center, on your knees, mouth open. Patiently waiting for me to ash this cigarette in your mouth like a good little ashtray. You know you’re eager to taste my ashes.