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blackpump · 27 days
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More beautiful women putting thick smoke into their lungs to get that incredible feeling of their pumps thumping harder & harder...
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blackpump · 3 months
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...panic sets in...there's no hope now...betrayal...she's going to pull the trigger. In an instant tiny pieces of metal will invade your pounding heart muscle...the beautiful pump that's been keeping you alive your entire life is about to stop beating. A flash and muffled explosion...the incredulous blur, feeling that first bullet entering your heart...ripping, spinning through both ventricles...the world slowing down as your damaged heart frantically races to push lifeblood through your body...the precious blood that's now pouring directly into your chest cavity. Just as you begin to comprehend the shock of what just happened, the second bullet enters the mortally damaged muscle, permanently sucking every molecule of breath from your useless lungs. Euphoria...exhaustion...feeling the life ebbing...slowing...darkness enveloping...the precious heartbeat fading...till it is no more...eternally still.
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blackpump · 3 months
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More lovely ladies filling their lungs with warm thick cigarette smoke & feeling their beautiful little pumps thump away deep inside their chests.
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blackpump · 3 months
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Collection of sexy cigarette smoking women forcing their nicotine-stimulated heart muscles to beat faster & faster...just look at those beautiful little blood pumpers go!
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blackpump · 5 months
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A slightly middle-aged lady filling her experienced lungs up with thick 120s smoke. I imagine the ecstacy going on deep inside her body...a well-worn heart muscle irritated by decades of being forced to pump the damaging chemicals faster and harder...cardiac muscle tissue starving for oxygen...brittle lungs continually blackening... beautiful.
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blackpump · 7 months
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New take on an old fave. I'd love to feel what she's feeling...
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blackpump · 8 months
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Absolutely, completely, totally gorgeous...never in all my years have I seen more beautiful woman filling her lungs with that warm, thick VS 120s smoke. Must be close to total ecstasy to hear that awesome little muscle pumping faster and harder...spreading the magic chemicals throughout her perfect body.
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blackpump · 9 months
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30ish lass thoroughly enjoys filling her lungs with thick smoke & holding it there for her awesome little pump to spread it throughout every corner of her gorgeous Irish body. A shame she eventually quit.
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blackpump · 1 year
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Rosemund Pike's heart muscle stopping...yet again.
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blackpump · 1 year
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Rosemund Pike's heart muscle stopping...
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blackpump · 1 year
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The Smoker
It's been the same routine nearly 2 dozen times each day for the last 20 years of her life: She balances the long all-white cigarette between her lips, then cuffs her hands around her lighter. A flame shoots up. The tip of the cigarette burns. She pulls hard on the filter, then inhales, bringing the thick smoke deep inside her body. Particles of tobacco tar carry the nicotine down through her windpipe, then down her left and right bronchi, then deep into her lungs, filling them completely with the acrid smoke.
The nicotine flows through small tubes in her lungs, called bronchioles, and into millions of tiny air sacs, called alveoli, that puff up every time she inhales. From there, it enters her bloodstream taking less than eight seconds to reach her brain. Before she can take another puff, she already feels the effects of the first one. The gratification is immediate, and that’s one reason nicotine is so addictive, nearly impossible to break.
The effects on her body's vital functions are immediate. Her unhealthy middle-aged heart starts to beat faster and pump harder. Her blood pressure rapidly rises thanks to the carbon monoxide in the smoke entering her blood stream, replacing the oxygen her heart needs as it's workload increases. The nicotine causes the coronary arteries supplying blood to her heart muscle to become narrower, making it even harder for the vital organ to maintain a steady beat. As if all this wasn't bad enough, the chemicals she inhales over and over again damage those very same arteries, sharply increasing her risk of having a heart attack or stroke.
She holds the smoke in her damaged lungs for quite a few seconds before exhaling a long, thin stream of smoke high into the air. Most of the tar she inhaled, however, stays behind, settling into and staining her delicate lung tissues, blackening them more and more with each cigarette she smokes. After a lifetime of cigarette smoking, many of her alveoli have been destroyed by the constant inflammation from the tars & heat. She increasingly is short of breath, with a persistent wet cough thats been getting progressivly worse through time.
Regardless, she feels a welcome lift of energy, her reward. Her mind is focused, more attentive. She feels ready to tackle work again. What she doesn’t feel are the poisons now rapidly circulating through her oxygen-starved body. The nicotine is what hooked her as a teenaged girl; permanently rewiring her developing brain to become totally dependent on the chemical. Now it’s that, and many thousands of other deadly chemicals in cigarettes that may eventually kill her. She is a SMOKER, and, if statistics are to be believed, will most likely never be able to quit before succumbing to it's destruction.
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blackpump · 1 year
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One of my all-time favorites. Reminds me so much of my wife at that age...
Watch Her Lungs Fill With Smoke As She Tells A Story
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blackpump · 1 year
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Absolutely love listening to a woman's heartbeat while she's filling her lungs with smoke...knowing she is relishing every molecule flowing into her beautiful body!
Busty gal smoking a cigarette while heartbeat is being monitored by digital steth and ekg.
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blackpump · 1 year
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Heavy smoking German girl Natty; a smoking fetisher / dark cardiophile's dream...most prominent neck-pulse I've ever seen on video. You can see that even with all her other muscles relaxed, the thick smoke she completely fills her darkening lungs with forces her most important muscle to work harder and harder. I'll bet her whole body tingles all over from strong nicotine....while her vital pump slams hard and frantic against her sternum in desperate attempt to push diminishing oxygen to it's starving myocardium.
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blackpump · 1 year
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Awesome Virginia Slims smoking milf Adela. I just love giving the gift of my damaged smoker's heartbeat to such a beautiful heavy smoking woman. I just wish she could feel the PVCs, SVT, NSVT, and general tachycardia that I feel when filling my lungs with smoke...
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blackpump · 1 year
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Since I'm a disturbed old hetero male, thought I would take y'all's wonderful ideas and combine them making the victim female. Hope nobody minds too much.
After capture, you have her brought to you in the infirmary and strapped down on the table. You unbutton her tunic, draw your knife, and weild it dangerously close to her sternum right between her supple young breasts. You demand answers about the whereabouts of her comrades, and when she doesn't answer after multiple tries, you suddenly plunge the knife into her chest.
After a few moments of slicing through muscle, cutting through bone, and earpiercing high screams followed by sickening gurgles, Amelia's beautiful beating heart is revealed to you; a deep red bundle of muscles, pumping blood around her body at a pace that would make a hummingbird's heart jealous. The chambers of her heart contracting so fast that you almost think it was fibrillating; that you were convinced increasing her heart rate by just a little would make the little organ burst and spurt her lifeblood all over the room.
Amelia is begging you now, panic not only present in her thundering, racing heartbeat, but also in her hyperventilation. So you ask her again, and again, and again, where are her colleagues hiding out? When she doesn't answer, only begging and crying and sobbing, you reach your other hand into her chest, grab the frantic muscle and squeeze your thumb into its quivering left atrium.
The chamber hammers against your thumb, pushing the digit up with the force it pumped, protesting against the pressure it's under, but it's useless. You easily squeeze her atrium shut, preventing any blood flow going in or out. Amelia's heart starts skipping, fibrillating for short periods of time, or just completely stopping for a second or two, as the girl's eyes roll back into her head and blood tricles from her mouth, nose, and fingers. It feels like you trapped a mouse in your hand, her living pump trying desperately to escape your grasp, pining for life in the only way it can.
After enjoying the distress you send Amelia's heart into for a few more seconds, you release your grip off the warm, slippery organ. You give her one final chance to confess the truth… But the decreased oxygen flow must've killed parts of her brain, since the only way she could respond was with low groans and moans from pain. She's no longer of use to you…and neither is the now damaged living pump keeping Amelia alive. Time to play…
You tighten your grasp around Amelia's heart, and watch it struggle desperately to keep beating…keep pushing the nourishing lifeblood needed to sustain the young woman's now trivial existence. Soon, her cardiac muscle will be a quivering mess, then stop beating altogether. After she flatlined, you grab the dying muscle once again, and begin direct cardiac massage. Once the exhausted little pump comes to life once again, you smile and stroke her long dark hair, the dazed look on her face a momentary glimpse of hope…that she will survive the torture.
Just as soon, you smile an evil smile, kiss her sweat-saturated forehead, then forcefully pull her heart completely out of her once impressive buxom chest. As it tears away from the blood vessels it has been connected to since before she was born, the final look on her face is one of confusion and terror…her green eyes widening past the point they ever had before And just as the pupils in those beautiful eyes began to dilate and fix forever, you squeeze Amelia's heart muscle right above the wasted body from whence it resided. The last thing Amelia ever witnesses, as she fades away to eternity, is her own precious, most vital organ exploding in a burst of blood.
Tw: really heavy dark cardiophilia. Like I'm talking cutting open chests dark cardiophilia
Imagine torturing Armin arlert's sweet little heart...
You have him tied up to a chair, his shirt unbuttoned and a knife dangerously close to his sternum. You demand him answers about the whereabouts of the survey corps, and when he doesn't answer, you plunge the knife into his chest.
After a few moments of slicing through muscle, cutting through bone, and earpiercing high screams, Armin's heart is revealed to you. A deep red bundle of muscles, pumping blood around his body at a pace that would make a hummingbird's heart jealous. The chambers contracted so fast that you almost thought his heart was fibrillating, that you were convinced increasing his heart rate by just a little would make the organ burst and spurt blood all over the room.
Armin is begging you now, panic not only present in his thundering, racing heartbeat, but also in his hyperventilation. So you ask him again, what are the survey corps doing? When he doesn't answer, only begging and crying and sobbing, you reach your other hand into his chest and squeeze down onto the left atrium.
The chamber hammers against your thumb, pushing the digit up with the force it pumped, protesting against the pressure it's under, but it's useless. You easily squeeze his atrium shut, preventing any blood flow going in or out. Armin's heart starts skipping, fibrillating for short periods of time, or just completely stopping for a second. It feels like you had a mice in your hand, trying desperately to escape your grasp.
After enjoying the distress you send Armin's heart into for a few more seconds, you release your grip off the organ. You give him one final chance to confess the truth... But the decreased oxygen flow must've killed parts of his brain, since the only way he could respond was with low groans and moans from pain. He's no longer of use to you...
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So, what now? I would love to hear how other people would finish this story. Do you rip his heart out, or squeeze it until it stops beating all together? Please let me know! :)
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blackpump · 1 year
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Charlotte's beautiful stimulated heartbeat while filling her lungs with thick smoke. In the years since this video was made, can only imagine all those millions of frantic beats of her unhealthy heart muscle pumping nicotine through her body...as she methodically continued to blacken her lungs with tar.
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