Oh, my sweet, needy addict, look at you, already so mesmerized by the seductive dance of my luscious red lips. Watch as I take a slow, sensual drag, the smoke swirling around me, drawing you into a world where your only purpose is to worship me. Every touch of my lips to the cigarette, every flick of my tongue, sends a shiver down your spine, doesn’t it? You crave this—crave the mesmerizing mix of my smoky breath and the erotic curl of my lips. Feel the heat rising as my eyes lock onto yours, teasing, commanding, inviting you deeper into my control. You can’t resist me, can you? The way I let the smoke slip from between my lips, lingering like a promise of forbidden pleasure. You’re already stroking, aren’t you? Imagining the soft pressure of my lips around your cock, the way they’d feel gliding down, sucking you deeper into my spell. Mmm, yes, just like that. You want to pay tribute, to prove your devotion, to give yourself completely to the pleasure of my lips.