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The wind whips her hair as she takes another drag, the end of her cigarette glowing like a beacon in the dim light. She's a vision of confidence, her body language screaming 'take me'. Her hand moves faster, her breath hitching as she nears her climax. She's not just smoking for pleasure, she's putting on a show, a public display of her hunger. She wants to be watched, to be desired, and she's not shy about it. As she comes, her body shudders, her grip on the cigarette tightening, the ash falling unnoticed to the ground.