Only ash for you. I know you are eyeing my curves and my wet pink hole as I feed it some smoke. Jealous of the filter of my Marlboro, as I coat it in my juices? You wish you could taste it. But beta males aren't worthy, oh no. And last I checked you weren't a real man. All you get from me are crumbs: the ash from my cigarettes. You'll be my own personal human ashtray from now on x