Destroyed by the stench wmv

Description: It was daytime, sunlight filtered through the blinds. i sat with the controller in my hand, completely absorbed in the game. the cigarette burned between my fingers, and its smoke slowly rose into the air. that's when i felt it — a presence, a gaze. i looked up. behind the plant, there he was again. the same one who kept coming back. possessed. enchanted.i paused the game. i stood up. i looked at him with a calm, composed expression. "i know you're my fan," i said. i pretended to be warm, but deep inside i was cold and sharp. i stepped closer, inhaled, and blew the smoke right into his face. he flinched. at that moment, he was already smaller — not physically, not yet, but mentally. reduced. under my control. i began the burping session in his face, first a portion of thick phlegm, straight from my sore throat. with each burp, he became more and more excited. he absorbs my every scent. when he's naughty i hit him and he quickly becomes soft and obedient. my breath stench is his favorite fetishhe was mine. and i knew he would be here for a long time. because he wanted it even more than i did.