Description
That bottle is your key to submission. With every hit of poppers I command you to take, your inhibitions melt away and your beta desires take over. Your asshole begins to pulse, begging to be filled. The intoxication makes you pliant, weak, and desperate for the pain-pleasure only I can provide. You will present yourself, and I will claim what is mine. This is not a choice; it’s an inevitability. The poppers open your mind, and my strap-on opens your ass. Prepare to be fucked into a mindless, addicted state of bliss.
