POV, cendrier humain et conditionnement des crachats

Hey there! Well if it isn't my little human ashtray. I can't believe you've voluntarily cast aside your life as a person and plunged yourself into a new journey as my ashtray and spit receptacle. That's extremely depraved and low - you should disgusted with yourself. In any case, I hope you're ready because I've had a stressful day and plan on smoking a few cigarettes right in a row, and guess what? All of that is going into your desperate cuck mouth. As I tap my ashes into your body, I notice you weeping as you appear quite thirsty. Are those ashes a little dry? I'll help you with that. Go on, swallow up these big disgusting globs of spit. That is sure to ease the fire. I finish up one cigarette and move on to the next! You're weeping again - do you want me to stop? Lol, it doesn't matter what you want. In fact, I tell you about how I'm going to have some of my hot girl friends over and we are all going to use you as an ashtray at the same time! How embarrassing!