I see the way you look at Me, when I step out for a nice casual smoke —

The way the silky smoke floats through My sultry, full lips. The way I look down at you, intimidatingly, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Legs crossed. Boot heels dangling in your face. The sight drives you absolutely wild as you suddenly wonder what it would taste like to have my smoke and ashes grace your eager, open mouth..

The more I nonchalantly blow smoke in your face, the more your ego starts to melt, and you’re starving to be used in that very moment, in any way you can. And... Show more