I am your addiction. The sight of your smoking Goddess makes you ache with desire, makes you weak even as your cock grows harder. I am like nicotine - that rush of satisfaction, that spark of pure pleasure curling through your veins, like the smoke that trickles from between My lips. This is the most beautiful scene you can imagine. Me, a cigarette held so elegantly between My fingertips, a smile curving My lips, laughing at your devotion, your obvious need. You are a slave to My smoke, a slave to My cigarette - on your knees, helpless before Me. I look so wicked, so beautiful, so perfect. ... Show more