Smoky Kisses for My Slave: Eve 120s Worship - SGL199

Description: The camera is tight on me, capturing the only world that matters right now: the deep plunge of my black blouse, the slick shine of my vinyl gloves, and the slow, deliberate ritual of my eve 120s. you’re not here to be seen, slave. you’re here to serve, a masked shadow in my presence, existing only for the air i choose to give you.you're masked, faceless, reduced to function. good. that's exactly how i prefer my slaves. stripped of identity, existing only to breathe what i exhale. each drag fills my lungs with thick, creamy smoke. i hold it, let it swirl inside me, then release it in thick plumes directly toward you. you lean in like the trained pet you are. my smoky kisses aren't affection—they're ownership. marks of my presence on your masked face, in your lungs, in your desperate memory. you don't touch me. you don't speak. you smell. you worship. you exist in the haze i create. that's all you've ever wanted, isn't it?