Goddess needs a human ashtray, so get on your knees

Smoke floats through the air as I release it from my lungs. My human ashtray is on his knees in front of me, waiting to be used. His purpose is simple: stick out his tongue and leave it there so I can enjoy my cigarette. He doesn?t speak, he doesn?t move, and he doesn?t dare close his mouth. I take another deep drag and as I blow out the smoke I move the cigarette until it?s just over his tongue and give it a light tap. The ash falls onto his tongue and immediately the acrid taste makes him cringe. His cock is hard though, because nothing turns him on more than being a subby human ashtray for his goddess.

Hazel
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