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Ash falls like snowflakes onto his naked body as he smokes, the ember of his cigarette casting a warm glow on his hard cock. He jerks off, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft drowned out by the crackling of the cigarette. The room is filled with the scent of smoke and sex, a heady mix that heightens his senses. He looks into the mirrors, watching himself, his reflection a turn-on in itself. His handjob is rough, his grip tight, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He comes, his cum mixing with the ash on his stomach, a mess he'll clean up later, but for now, he's lost in his smoking fetish.