How convenient! You, lying on my kitchen table, with your dirty mouth gagged with a pack of cigs and a lighter. You’re about to get much dirtier. And with you all tied up, how could you be more helpful than becoming my personal human ashtray? I’m going to light up cigarette after cigarette, smoking and tapping my remnants onto your tongue. Does that taste good? You’re so lucky to be underneath me watching my red lips inhale the nicotine, the ember from the smokes glowing brighter before I blow it back into your open mouth. The ash on my cigarette grows so long, but fortunately I have a wet hole to ash it out in. I’m going to fill up your ashtray mouth with cigarette butts and smokey spit, and you’re going to leave that mouth wide and open for me until my next smoke break.