Kitty kneels in a lush, velvet bodysuit. Her Master lights a clove. She closes her eyes and deeply inhales the scent of his smoke. "Ashtray." Her hands come up, and left over right, she waits to receive his sacred ashes. His clove reaches out to her soft, pink flesh and she holds steady as the first few ashes flick in. Smoke washes over her face as she breathes deeply. She feels the sharp sting of the ashes as they continue to fall onto her hands. Her pretty black lipstick glitters as she flirts with her Master. The crackling of the clove as her Master smokes it entices you both. Watching h... Show more