It’s this cigarette, the way it rests between my fingers, the way my perfectly painted red lips wrap around it. You can’t take your eyes off my mouth as I take a long, deliberate drag, can you? The way the smoke lingers, curling around my tongue, slipping slowly from my lips—it makes you harder than you have any right to be. And when I lean down, blowing that thick, warm cloud directly onto your pathetic cock, you can’t help but whimper. Each exhale coats you, marks you, reminds you that you’re nothing but a toy for my amusement. Keep stroking, faster now, as I take another drag. Watch the ...

It’s this cigarette, the way it rests between my fingers, the way my perfectly painted red lips wrap around it. You can’t take your eyes off my mouth as I take a long, deliberate drag, can you? The way the smoke lingers, curling around my tongue, slipping slowly from my lips—it makes you harder than you have any right to be. And when I lean down, blowing that thick, warm cloud directly onto your pathetic cock, you can’t help but whimper. Each exhale coats you, marks you, reminds you that you’re nothing but a toy for my amusement. Keep stroking, faster now, as I take another drag. Watch the smoke seep from my lips, and know that’s the closest you’ll ever get to my power, to my presence. You’ll cum for me, won’t you? Pathetically, desperately, coated in my smoke and your own shame.