I show you my filter & you stroke.
There's nothing you fantasize more than about my dark filter and matching lungs. Black on black. I pull out a cigarette, light it up and let the smoke fill my lungs as I encourage you to pump your cock for them. It feels divine, an orgasm in my mouth every time I pull all that smoke inside my mouth and then exhale it onto your face. I come closer, show the progress of my filter from time to time. It's dark brown, proof of sick, rotten lungs - they were once pink and healthy, you know? Not anymore. There's no coming back from such absolute addiction x
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I show you my filter & you stroke.
There's nothing you fantasize more than about my dark filter and matching lungs. Black on black. I pull out a cigarette, light it up and let the smoke fill my lungs as I encourage you to pump your cock for them. It feels divine, an orgasm in my mouth every time I pull all that smoke inside my mouth and then exhale it onto your face. I come closer, show the progress of my filter from time to time. It's dark brown, proof of sick, rotten lungs - they were once pink and healthy, you know? Not anymore. There's no coming back from such absolute addiction x