Draped in leopard print and encased in sleek leather driving gloves, Maya Sinstress radiates pure, dangerous seduction. She knows exactly how deep your craving for her smoke runs—and she intends to own you with every inhale. Her voice is slow, teasing, and cruel as she describes how you’ll submit, powerless, to her control. Each time she brings the Marlboro to her crimson lips, you tremble. Thick, mesmerizing smoke escapes in deliberate streams, swirling toward you—her gift, her command. You’ll kneel in her prison cell cage, stripped of choice, existing only for her pleasure. Ashtray. Cuck. Pain slut. Whatever Sinstress decides, you will become. You’ll open your mouth to take her ash, breathe in her thick, punishing exhales, and hold still as she crushes the glowing tip into your tongue without mercy. Then, with a cold glance, she orders you back into the cage… exactly where you belong.