Smoking Fetish Phone Sex with Rowan: Light Me Up, Baby
Light me up, baby.
You know the smell. Bar’s closed, I’m out back, one Marlboro Red between two fingers, and my lipstick’s already smeared all over the filter. And you’re standing there staring at my mouth like a fucking idiot. Good. Stay there.
Smoking fetish is simple. You watch me drag. You hear the pull, the little crackle, the long slow exhale. Then I lean in and blow it right in your face while you breathe it in like a good boy. That’s a smoke kiss, baby. And if you’re lucky, I’ll shotgun it straight from my mouth into yours.
Wanna know the best part? I smoke while you work. Cigarette in one hand, your head between my legs in the other, ash falling on your back. You eat me out while I take my time and blow rings at the ceiling. Pussy and secondhand smoke at the same time — you’re gonna be hard as fuck for it.
Menthols if you’re soft. Reds if you’re not. And if you’re real good, you can hold my cigarette for me while I fuck you with the strap.
I’m a no limits freak, so bring me whatever the fuck you’ve got. Chained smoking, smoke in your mouth, ashtrays, burn marks. I don’t shy away.
Now light me up.
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