Breathe in my smoke. Yes, breathe it all in. It so happens that the tobacco, inside my cigarettes, is coated with a very powerful substance: a type of pheromone, if you will. I am immune to it, yet you are not. The more and more you inhale my sweet, mesmerizing twirls of smoke as it pours from between my lips, you can’t help but to stroke it – manically, furiously. Only you are not hard for me (even though yes, I am gorgeous); you are hard for all the pictures of cocks popping up on screen. You are going to stroke for them for my smoke compels you to – and ever since the moment you laid eyes on me you knew there was no coming back. Includes strong, offensive language
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