Naked and unashamed, she offers you a cigarette, her fingers tracing the edge of the filter as she places it between your lips. You light it, and as you inhale, she leans in, her tongue tracing the line of smoke as it escapes your mouth. Her hands roam your body, her touch igniting a fire within you that rivals the burning cigarette in your hand. She takes it from you, her red lips leaving a mark on the filter as she smokes, her naked body pressed against yours, her desire for you growing with each drag.