Wherever I go, I have my human ashtray with me. I am enjoying a cigarette in the woods, all dressed in leather. My ashes won’t touch the ground but only his tongue and lips. He will open wide and receive all my smoke, spit and ash.
Wherever I go, I have my human ashtray with me. I am enjoying a cigarette in the woods, all dressed in leather. My ashes won’t touch the ground but only his tongue and lips. He will open wide and receive all my smoke, spit and ash.