The challenge. All it takes is my beauty, in combination with my smoking, to make you weak, slowly drawing you in as you succumb. You take up the challenge and light up a cigarette - and then another and another, and so on and so forth. I whisper and blow a cloud of smoke on your face. You want more, don't you? My dark brown eyes are burning into you, and so is addiction, as you pull out another cigarette. Your fingers start to tingle and a numbness spreads through your body - except for your cock, which throbs under your pants. I own you x