Lust. Jazz. Curves. Smoke. Humiliation. Quivering at the sound of me flicking my lighter. Craving to be my ashtray. Craving to be NOTHING for me. Watching my red lips take another drag..it’s enough to make you cream I’m sure. And what better way to break you and bring you to your knees than to spew back to back insults about your ugly little useless clit? *giggles* In between my drags of course. Teasing and humiliating you into ruin.