Smoke curls between her parted toes as she sucks on the cigarette like it’s something else entirely. Legs spread just enough to see how wet she gets from playing with herself—fingers tracing circles over pussy while ash falls onto bare skin. Then, without warning, she leans forward and takes it deeper, gagging just right before pulling back with a smirk that says you shouldn’t be seeing this. The room smells like vanilla and sin.
