Feel that little bottle tremble in your weak hands, bitch. Every time My lips command “inhale,” you sink deeper into your chemical submission. The light glides off My shiny latex curves, highlighting every powerful contour of My body as I own you.Each inhale pulls you deeper between My thick, powerful thighs, your mind erasing until the only words you can speak are “yes, Goddess.” You will keep sniffing until your balls are empty and your brain is permanently branded with the scent of My superiority. Your obsession is now complete.