Igniting cravings, one drag at a time.

The crackle of the cigarette lighter punctuates the silence. He lights hers first, his fingers grazing hers, then his own. The embers glow, reflecting in their eyes, as they take their first puffs. They don't speak, but their bodies say enough. The smoke swirls around them, a dance of their shared desire. Each drag brings them closer, their bodies leaning in, their breaths growing heavier. The cigarette burns down, a testament to their growing passion, until it's just a butt, like their restraint.

• sim
• cigarro

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