Glistening in shiny black rubber, my latex gloved hands spark my cigarette as my lips begin pulling smoke from the filter. Such a sensual sight, clouds pouring from my nostrils as my eyes lock onto yours. I speak of how captivated each inhale has you, your eyes lingering on each drag just as the smoke curls and lingers in the air each time I exhale. You've already begun stroking, haven't you? From the moment the embers started to crackle. The act of seeing a woman smoke takes you to a time where you first saw someone strike a match and light there own. You couldn't play a finger on why you ...

Glistening in shiny black rubber, my latex gloved hands spark my cigarette as my lips begin pulling smoke from the filter. Such a sensual sight, clouds pouring from my nostrils as my eyes lock onto yours. I speak of how captivated each inhale has you, your eyes lingering on each drag just as the smoke curls and lingers in the air each time I exhale. You've already begun stroking, haven't you? From the moment the embers started to crackle. The act of seeing a woman smoke takes you to a time where you first saw someone strike a match and light there own. You couldn't play a finger on why you were so aroused by it, and perhaps you truly can't even place a finger on it now. All you know is that you're so enticed by the sight of me smoking all the way down to the filter in my shiny black rubber, as I unwind from a day of making all my greatest fantasies; my reality...