You're slick, and rock hard in between my palms. A cigarette dangling from my lips as my brown eyes hold the gaze of yours, a lighter working towards the tip as I ignite it's flame and take my first deep drag. Never lifting a finger from your throbbing shaft. That's simply just how skilled I am, how much control I have with your body. Smoke plooms from in between my lips, and towards your twitching head; a smile forming on my lips. You don't want to be aroused by the sight of my clouds, in fact you HATE cigarettes. But you're unable to resist loosing yourself in the sensation of you being w... Show more