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The ember glows, casting a warm hue on his skin, on your skin. He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving yours. The ash grows, a delicate, fragile thing, balancing on the end of the cigarette. He leans in, close, close enough that the ash brushes against your cock. You gasp, the sensation unexpected, intense. He smiles, a slow, sensual curve of his lips, and takes another drag. The game continues, the ash building, the anticipation growing, the smoke swirling around you, encapsulating you in this smoky, erotic dance.