Lesbian slut Naughty Tinkerbell pleasures smoking mistress licking pussy

Title: The Sensual Smoking Session – Tinkerbell Pampers Her Mistress

In a world where the Ludovico Technique is but a distant dystopian dream, naughty little Tinkerbell, a blonde minx wearing a scandalously short green dress, finds herself in the den of smoking fetish films. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with a heady musk of tobacco and lust.

Her mistress, a statuesque brunette with an air of authority as palpable as her thick cigarette smoke, lounges on the plush velvet sofa. The mistress’s deep red lips pucker around a filter, releasing a grey tendril from her ruby mouth. Tinkerbell, as if the smoke’s siren call cannot be resisted, crawls across the black and white checkered tiled floor, her eyes wide and obedient.

Once she reaches Tinkerbell’s feet, she kneels, gazing up at the mistress with a mix of adoration and hunger. The mistress’s eyes meet Tinkerbell’s, there’s a click of the tongue, and Tinkerbell scrambles to pull off the mistress’s four inch stilettos, kissing the leather reverently.

The mistress shifts, spreading her long legs. The hem of her pencil skirt rides up her thighs, revealing a tantalizing expanse of creamy skin. Tinkerbell licks her lips, her greedy hands reaching to part the mistress’s legs further. She leans in close, trailing her nose up the mistress’s inner thigh, inhaling the scent of her power and arousal.

The mistress takes a deep drag from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs as Tinkerbell brushes her thumb over the damp lace of the mistress’s lingerie. The mistress exhales, her smoke caressing Tinkerbell’s face in a lovers’ embrace. Tinkerbell purrs, pressing her face against the mistress’s lace-covered mound, nuzzling her through the fabric.

With nimble fingers, Tinkerbell peels away the lace, revealing the glistening pink of the mistress’s bare pussy. Tinkerbell licks her lips again, a taboo urge to taste the smoke mingling with the mistress’s sweet nectar. Slowly, she extends her tongue, licking up the mistress’s slit, reveling in the salty-sweet taste.

The mistress’s hand tightens on the cigarette, drawing another lungful of smoke. Tinkerbell’s tongue circles the mistress’s swollen clit, teasing, urging her mistress to release the smoke. The mistress obliges, blowing the tendrils directly into Tinkerbell’s eager face as the petite blonde buries her tongue in the mistress’s wet folds.

Tinkerbell squirms, the smoke a new fetish she never knew she craved. Her tongue dances, lapping up the mistress’s juices as she inhales each cloud. The smoke fogs her mind, her body, her very existence narrowing to the taste of her mistress’s pleasure and the mistress’s smoking desires.

The mistress’s hips begin to roll, grinding her cunt onto Tinkerbell’s face. Tinkerbell hums, vibes rippling through the mistress’s core. The mistress pinches her cigarette into a glass tray, freeing her hands to grip Tinkerbell’s hair, pushing the blonde deeper.

Tinkerbell moans, the shock of pleasure blunting the sting of the mistress’s fingers on her scalp. She looks up, her eyes watering from the smoke and meeting the dark, lustful gaze of her mistress. She redoubles her efforts, tonguing the mistress’s hole, flicking her clit, letting the mistress’s smoking heat consumed her.

The mistress grips tighter, shuddering as her orgasm builds. She leans back, a hand reaching for another cigarette from the pack. She holds it between her teeth, a knowing glint in her eye. With a flick, the lighter flares, igniting the tobacco. The mistress takes a deep drag, arching beneath Tinkerbell’s talented mouth.

Tinkerbell feels the shudder of the mistress’s impending orgasm. She slides two fingers into the mistress’s clutching cunt, continuing to suck and lick her clit. The combination of sensations, of Tinkerbell’s mouth and the smoke from the mistress’s cigarette, proves too much.

With a husky cry muffled by the cigarette, the mistress comes, clamping down hard on Tinkerbell’s fingers as she rides out her pleasure. Her legs tremble, her grip on Tinkerbell’s hair relaxing as she floats down from her high.

Tinkerbell surges up the mistress’s body, capturing the smoldering end of the cigarette between her lips. The mistress grins, her free hand coming up to grip Tinkerbell’s neck, pushing her back into the sofa as she takes a deep pull.

Tinkerbell coughs, unused to the tobacco sting, the smoke. But she likes it, this newfound kink. Her body remembers the taste now, the dark depravity of pleasing her mistress, of being pleased by her cigarette.

The mistress crushes the cigarette under her stiletto, releasing Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell crawls to the end of the sofa, her bare bottom presented for punishment just as her nipples pucker. The mistress smiles, a wicked glint in her eye.

She reaches for a implement on the coffee table, a thin rattan cane. The mistress trails it over Tinkerbell’s lithe form, the blonde shuddering in anticipation. The cane comes down, a sharp sting blooming across Tinkerbell’s cheeks. The mistress gives her nine more, each one fanning the flames of Tinkerbell’s arousal.

Tinkerbell’s pussy drips, the sting sweet on her skin, the smoke in her lungs, the taste of the mistress on her lips. The mistress admires her work, Tinkerbell’s ass red and marked with her cane.

She waves a hand, dismissing Tinkerbell. As Tinkerbell crawls from the room, the mistress takes out another cigarette. She lights it, taking a long drag, already hyped for their next smoking session.