Zamknięte aromatyczne piekło antytowocowe - aromat czystości i papierosy

Today, I will take you on a deplorable journey, one where your pathetic existence is marred by the vices you so desperately cling to. You will lock that insignificant cock of yours, trapping it in its deserved prison, denying it any form of pleasure. You'll sniff those aromas, letting them cloud your mind, reducing you to nothing but a gooning, drooling mess. And as you inhale deeply, you'll light up that cigarette, inhaling the nicotine, letting it seep into your lungs, your ..., your very essence, intensifying your pathetic state of arousal yet denying any release. You'll smoke relentlessly, each puff a reminder of your addictions, each inhale a testament to your degradation. The smoke will be a constant companion as you pump that caged, worthless dick, desperate for a touch you'll never feel. I'll make you goon harder, pushing you to the brink of madness, but you will remain forever denied, forever a loser, a slave to your cravings and your chastity.