Smoking Fetish Slut Phonesex

Smoking Fetish Slut

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. But I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you. That’s fucking right. You’re just a smoking fetish slut, aren’t you?

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid. Open wide, you fucking smoking fetish slut.

Phonesex Smoking Fetish Slave For Me

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.

Phonesex Smoking Fetish Slave For Me

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Hello bitch, I almost didn’t notice you there, mind if I smoke? I don’t care about your opinion either way; I know I look so fucking hot. I know your pathetic cock is already so straining at the thought of me. You probably do the pathetic little pinching that passes for masturbation for you for hours. Now observe as I place my all white cigarette to my soft, full, red, glistening lips and light it. Isn’t that sexy? Watching me take a drag from my feminine cigarette is hotter then anything you’ve ever seen, isn’t it, pet?. I know you want to watch me coldly exhale the soft white cloud into your face. To laugh. To flick the ash at you. It’s all you deserve. You should feel blessed I would even take the time to blow my smoke in your face… you know that, right? A goddess doesn’t need to waste her time on losers like you.

Your worthless little cock can’t help it, it loves me, My beautiful face, My voice, it responds to something so simple as me smoking in front of you..  Hands off the cock, you little slut, you haven’t asked nor paid me, have you? That’s right. I’m so seductive when I smoke. It’s enough to drive a real man wild, And you? Well. We needn’t list your inadequcies, it’d be cruel of you to expect me to notate them all. I know you worship me. Open your mouth. Close your eyes.

You’re getting even stupider as you stroke away, watching me smoke. You worship Austra, don’t you loser? Say it, say it over and over.

“I worship you, Austra. I love you, Austra”

Good bitch.

You will fall in love with me. I’m perfect, my seduction clings to and winds its way losers, just like my smoke drifting around and coiling about you. You can’t help but worship me. I am perfection. You’re going to cum for me as I smoke and laugh in your face?

Yes, you are, you can’t help yourself.

I know, I understand pathetic little loser perverts like you.

I am manipulating you, twisting you into my puppet, addicted to me, to my smoke.

It’s already too late if you’re this far you little slut.

You’ve read to much. Idea’s sprout in minds, if you weren’t going to lose your will to me, you wouldn’t be reading this.

You’re lucky to be my ashtray. Maybe I’ll become used to using my shoe on your dick to open your lid.