Me and my wicked little sister are back, grinning like the devious bitches we are, holding up those big, fresh bottles of poppers. We’re already sucking deep hits off them, eyes rolling back, getting high as fuck while we stare straight at you. “Sniff it, loser. Sniff non-stop. We don’t give a single fuck if your wife walks in any second. You’re gonna keep that bottle glued to your nose and inhale like the pathetic popper addict you are.” No mercy. No escape. Even when your legs start shaking and the room spins, you’re gonna keep huffing those addictive fumes until you pass the fuck out cold , dick still throbbing in your hand, drooling, completely gone.
