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Smoke, Spit and Succubus
Thick violet vapor curls from my lips as I loom over you, a pale queen of sin with a nicotine crown. I don’t speak I breathe, and the room ignites. Each slow exhale drags your eyes to my mouth, your cock twitching like a worshipper at an unholy altar. Then… a flick of my tongue, the glisten of venom-sweet spit landing cold on your chest. You don’t wipe it. You absorb it. You crave it. And when I tell you to taste the floor, you’ll beg me to fill your mouth with smoke, spit, and shame all over again.
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