Look at you, my pathetic little puppet, gasping for air as the fumes of those aroma fill your useless brain, turning you into a drooling, cock-stroking zombie. Every sniff, every stroke, is just another reminder of how completely I own you. You used to think you had control, didn’t you? Now, you’re nothing but a mindless aroma-addicted gooner, rewired to obey every filthy command I give. There’s no resistance left in you, no thoughts—just the endless loop of sniffing, stroking, and sinking deeper into your own humiliation. You’re a broken toy, desperate for the smallest bit of pleasure, and the best part? You fucking love it. You need it. You need me to tell you when to breathe, when to stroke, and when to cum. Without me, you’re nothing. Just a brainless, aroma-tipsy idiot lost in a haze of your own addiction, and you’ll never be free from this. Never.