Lighting her cigarette, Lonnie imagined herself in his arms. She imagined him taking her, over and over while she smoked – their bodies joined together in shared ecstasy. She thought of his warm semen filling her up as she smoked. Many times, she’d smoke two pack as they both moved together towards dawn. Vance had a smoking fetish for as long as he could remember, and now he’d found a partner whose smoking fetish matched his own.
Tonight, both will get off on cigarettes…the naughty purchase of the smokes, checking into the “smoking” hotel room, the arousing visual of the packs, the cellophane and foil, the different lighters, ashtrays on and around the bed, the lipstick stained cigarette butts. Smoking and fucking. Smoking blowjobs. Smoking and cumming. Vance’s cock will stay hard for hours while Lonnie smokes for him tonight. Stroking his fuckstick in and out of Lonnie, his balls will be drained and empty by the time they turned the room key in.
At the thought of this, Lonnie felt her member, which she referred to as her “clitty” – quickly growing in it’s chastity cage. The expansion pushed the soft skin of her pink sweet-scented button firmly against the cage holding her unit. She felt pain – and passion. Releasing her root from it’s cage, she took another long drag, pink fingernails spread wide, and slipped into the bath. This was always exciting for Lonnie. Smoking in a hot bubble bath with flower peddles and a glass of chardonnay. She’d shave her legs, her armpits, and her undercarriage. A nice colorful dress and heels waited for her in the bedroom.
Lonnie would get so aroused smoking a cigarette during her bath, that her throbbing clitty would poke straight up through the bubble foam. Each long, cheek hollowing drag, brought a fresh bead of precum up and out of the tip of her clitty. It was a sensual game to her. A long drag, some nectar. Another sexy pull, more nectar. Lonnie would watch the cherry, glowing hot, and become more and more aroused.
In today’s bath, she was hot-boxing the short, not even focusing on orgasm, when suddenly, she was overtaken. As she exhaled a perfect cone of thick smoke, hot jets of jism exploded from her. Thirteen ropes covered her stomach and sudsy tits. One of the rose petals, cupped upward and floating above her belly button ring, perfectly caught the last shot of sperm. Lonnie saw this as the perfect ashtray, tapping the final ash from her cigarette into it. Cum, roses, and cigarettes. Perfection.
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