He watched me as I paid for my pack of Marlboro’s at the cash register and he was in heaven. He’d found what he needed to fulfill his fetish fantasies. No doubt you had tried smoking fetish phone sex, but you wanted the real thing from a real smoker.
Imagining what it would be like as I pull out my pack of cigarettes, and slowly pull one out. You watch as I put the cigarette to my lips and you hold the lighter for me, watching as I inhale and the end of my cigarette lights up to your pleasure.
Taking a drag, inhaling, you wait as I lean forward, close enough to kiss you, and blow smoke in your face. Your cock throbs as the smoke surrounds your head in a billowy cloud. A smokers fetish dream.
I tell you to disrobe, you obediently strip for me, and then I have you stroke your cock as you continue to watch me, inhaling, exhaling, filling the room with the intoxicating aroma of burning tobacco. And then I kneel down, taking a drag, before blowing smoke on your cock, and watching your face contort as you climax in ecstasy.
