Jerk Off Encouragement While Smoking

Title: “An Inked Vixen’s Smoking Hot Jerk Off Encouragement”

Staring at the flickering screen, his eyes glued to the curves undulating before him. A pale goddess, inked in waves of stunning black tattoos, lounged languidly in a plush red armchair. Her ample breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, seemed to strain against the confines of her tight black top. Legs, long and shapely, were crossed at the ankles and swung back and forth hypnotically.

In one delicate hand, she clutched a lit cigarette, smoke curling sinuously from her red lips as she exhaled, a wispy, ephemeral tendril dissipating into the dimly lit room. The other hand, with nails painted a fiery orange, traced slow, teasing circles around her taut nipple, visible through the thin fabric.

“Mmm, I know you’re out there, aren’t you?” she purred, voice low and sultry, dripping with barely contained lust. “I can feel your eyes on me, drinking in every inch of my body. Do you like what you see?”

Her question hung in the air, unanswered, but she continued her sensual display regardless. She took another deep drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke for a long, tantalizing moment before letting it ease from her lungs in a steady stream.

“I bet you’re already getting hard, aren’t you?” she continued, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. “Seeing me like this, half-naked and smoking… I know it does things to you. I can sense your raging boner, trapped in your jeans, just begging to be freed.”

With a languid stretch, she shifted her position, uncrossing her legs and spreading them wide. Her short skirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of lacy black panties, already moist with her arousal. The tattoo snaking along her inner thigh seemed to dance and writhe as her musky scent wafted through the room.

“Go on, baby,” she cooed, voice thick with desire, “Why don’t you grab that big, throbbing cock of yours? Free it from its denim prison and give it a nice, slow stroke. Show me how hard you are.”

Her hand slid down her body, nails dragging over the sensitive skin of her stomach, dipping inside her panties. A soft, mewling sound escaped her lips as she found her clit, circling the sensitive nub with a feather-light touch.

“Mmm, that’s it… stroke that thick shaft, nice and slow.” Her voice was breathy, almost a whimper, her own arousal building as she watched the imagined scene unfold. “Let me see you leak that delicious, viscous pre-cum from your tip.”

She took another drag from her cigarette, holding it between her lips as she slid two fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping in and out of her heat. Her hips rolled to meet each thrust, her skirt now bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed.

“Fuck, you’re so turned on, aren’t you?” she gasped, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she pleasured herself. “I can almost taste your pre-cum on my tongue. I bet you wish you were here, buried deep inside me. Feeling my tight, wet walls clench around your cock.”

She pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her own musky essence. The flavor mingled with the smoky taste of her cigarette, creating a delicious, intoxicating blend.

“Mmm… you taste fucking amazing,” she purred, voice husky with lust. “Almost as good as your hot, thick cum. I want you to milk that fat cock for all it’s worth, baby. Squeeze out every last drop of your precious seed.”

Her hand returned to her breast, cupping the generous mound, fingers tweaking and tugging at her pebbled nipple. Her other hand continued its relentless assault on her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she demanded, breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, “Keep stroking that big, meaty cock until you explode. Cover your hands, your chest, your fucking face in thick, creamy ropes of your hot cum.”

Her hips bucked against her fingers, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by a thick, pulsing cock. Sweat glistened on her body, hair clinging to her forehead, breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out, seconds before her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shaking and gasping in the aftermath. “Mmm, milk that fucking cock… give me every last drop!”

As she came down from her high, she took one last drag of her cigarette before snubbing it out in an overflowing ashtray near her chair. With a satisfied sigh, she straightened her clothes and hair, a cat-like smile playing on her lips.

“Better?” she asked, addressing the imagined viewing audience, a wicked glint in her half-lidded eyes. “I do hope that was as satisfying for you as it was for me. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of my smoking hot encouragement

And with a last, fluttering blow of a kiss, the video ended, leaving only the empty, expectant screen behind.