Puff Puff Pump

Nothing gets you deeper, dumber, and more obedient than when you smoke and stroke, just the way I command. You can’t resist the way I take over your mind every time you light up for Me. I want you to inhale that smoke, slow and deep, letting it fill your chest and swirl up behind your eyes. Feel your body get heavier, your brain fuzzier, while My voice soaks right into your soft, relaxed headspace. With every drag, you drift further for Me, slipping under as you exhale and start stroking, knowing that cloud is just another leash I tighten around you. Pump that leaking, aching cock for Me, each inhale making you spiral deeper, more obedient, melting your willpower until you’re nothing but My smoke-dumb, blissed-out toy. You keep taking those hits, filling yourself up, letting each breath erase your resistance until there’s nothing left but obedience and that perfect, pliant ache for My control.