Dressed in skintight latex that catches the light with every movement, I blow thick clouds of vape smoke directly into your face, calling you my little cum slut as you inhale every breath I give you. I lean in close and let strings of spit drip from my lips onto your desperate face, coating you while I remind you what a pathetic spit slut you are—born to wear my fluids, desperate to be marked by me. I make you edge yourself raw while I alternate between choking you with smoke and showering you with spit, never letting you cum until I give the command, and when I finally do, I make you catch every drop in your palm and swallow it down like the good cum slut you are. I pound you with affirmations the entire time—telling you that being my worthless vape-slave is the only thing you're good at, that your purpose is to be covered in my spit and smoke and cum, that this is exactly where you belong: on your knees, glazed and glistening, completely owned by me.