Your pathetic resistance crumples instantly as my weaponized body crashes against your weak beta mind, puppet. I’m going to force you into a state of chemical submission through relentless poppers instruction that destroys what little willpower you have left. My evil sister joins me at the very beginning to establish the tone of total coercion, encouraging you to sniff deeper and surrender faster while you worship every inch of my perfect curves. You will inhale repeatedly on my command, worshipping my divine tits and ass until each hit of poppers breaks down your neural pathways. You’ll be reduced to nothing but a leaking, mindless gooner desperate for more of my calculated manipulation. My voice stays sweet yet direct as toy with your psyche, pretending to offer friendship only to demand your most sensitive personal information, humiliating videos, and compromising photos of yourself. Custom for John
