By the looks of you - you cannot possibly be a smoker; smokers are confident and dominant and you look weak and, frankly, pitiful. So here you are, yet again, adoring from a safe distance. You are curious, yet so afraid; afraid of falling into an addiction so strong you won't recognize yourself in the end. Maybe if I convince you? You see, smoking is better than sex (not that you'd know anything about sex either way); and if that is not a strong enough reason, perhaps My attention will? For smokers make Me wet. Black lungs and weak hearts make My pussy nice and wet. Soon, everyone will know...

By the looks of you - you cannot possibly be a smoker; smokers are confident and dominant and you look weak and, frankly, pitiful. So here you are, yet again, adoring from a safe distance. You are curious, yet so afraid; afraid of falling into an addiction so strong you won't recognize yourself in the end. Maybe if I convince you? You see, smoking is better than sex (not that you'd know anything about sex either way); and if that is not a strong enough reason, perhaps My attention will? For smokers make Me wet. Black lungs and weak hearts make My pussy nice and wet. Soon, everyone will know. The smell of smoke gets everywhere: all over your clothes, you hair and your skin; your breath will stink of smoke no matter how much you brush your teeth. Your friends and family will be disappointed in you - but the pain of disappointing Me will be much greater, unbearable x