Fresh powder on my tongue, bottle of rush hissing open, smoke curling between my red lips while you kneel, clit-dick swollen purple in its baby-shoe cage. Watch me pour a shot, dip a snowflake , let it melt while you throb. You’ll huff when the lighter clicks, leak when the ice drips, beg when the countdown hits zero. Stroke? No. Suffer? Yes. Ready to breathe, sip, and ache for me, pet? Custom for Adrian
