Ceing Aroma Control

Description: You’re flat on your back like a little sniff-hound.looking up. spinning. weak.and i’m just... there. in the ceiling.not smiling. not speaking.just watching you ... in your own filth. you already know what this is.you sniff when i say.you stroke only when i give you the look.and you confess—every filthy thought—while i slowly rotate above you like the ritual you never deserved. and when i hear enough? when your cock’s twitching from guilt and your nose is red from over-sniffing? i’ll give you exactly what you think you want.a ruined cum.followed by your own taste.and the words you’ll whisper with a mouth full of shame: “thank you for breaking me.”