Smoky Lips, Gum-Snapping Temptress

Lost in thought, she chews her gum, the snap echoing in the empty room. Her cigarette dangles from her lips, ash falling like forgotten memories. She runs her hands through her hair, pulling it back, exposing her neck, a silent invitation. The gum pops again, a rhythm to her dance of seduction. She leans in, her breath warm, her eyes hungry, as she takes the cigarette between her lips, her tongue brushing against the filter, a promise of more.

• smoking
• y-chicle

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