You don’t choose to breathe during my 5-round toxin drill , you earn it. One popper hit. One burning shot. One fresh nicotine pouch sealing your lips shut. Then you fuck your ass with my black dildo until your hips stutter and your vision swims .And only then… you SPIN. Head whipping like a broken doll until the floor swallows you. Again. And again. y round three, you’re drooling on the strap-on, cum leaking from your twitching hole, eyes rolling back like a possessed slut. Round five? You won’t remember your name. Just my voice: “Lick the carpet, bitch. Taste how weak you are.” This is chemical obedience. This is your new religion. How long until you beg for collapse?
