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Your wife, a petite pixie with a shock of red hair, has discovered your secret fetish. She's taken it upon herself to indulge in it today, your birthday. She's dressed up in a sultry robe, a long cigar held between her fingers. She takes a deep drag, her eyes narrowing as she blows the smoke into your face. You're her human ashtray today, her pet. She guides your head down, her fingers tangling in your mohawk, pressing your mouth against her thigh. You feel the ash from her cigar fall onto your tongue, the smoke filling your lungs. Her kinky birthday gift to you is her complete control.