Sensual craving for nicotine... 🚬🔥

from Mrs. Fiestaa

Winter's crisp, biting air hits me as I step out onto the balcony in my bathrobe. The cold immediately seeps under the fabric, glides across my skin, and makes my nipples tingle. 🥵 A spark, a brief flare-up—the tip glows, red and vibrant, as if building its own little resistance against the icy cold. 🤯 I pull the bathrobe open a little, just enough for the wintry air to reach my bare skin. A deep drag on my cigarette warms me from within, while outside everything remains cold and brilliantly still. 🚬 A hand glides over my breasts, the nipples hard, slowly, almost searching, feeling the goosebumps rising against my penis. The contrast between my inner warmth and the biting cold outside makes every moment sharper, more vivid. The smoke rises in calm wisps, mingling with my breath as I hold onto this quiet, intense moment just for myself... 🔥 I inhale, the smoke filling my lungs. The crackling of the paper, the glowing embers, the gentle puff – everything heats up and my body trembles with desire... 😈💦