Smoke-Kissed Submission

Leaning back, I light up, the first drag filling my lungs as my pet kneels before me. They gaze up, eyes watering from the pungent smoke, as I exhale, a cloud enveloping their face. I tap ash onto their tongue, they gag but don't pull away. I guide their head, feeding them my cigarette, letting them taste the filter, feel the heat. They service me, their lips wrapped around my shaft, as I puff, smoke tendrils dancing around us.

• smoking
• oral
• cigarette
• smoke
• holder
• servitude

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