Redhead in Red. Wife’s CFNM Smoking BJ Cum Plaster-Sylvia Sucker Chrystall.

Title: An Erotic Smoking Fetish Fantasy with Sylvia Sucker – “Redhead in Red: Wife’s CFNM Smoking BJ Cum Plaster”

The phone rang, its shrill tone piercing the quiet of Sylvia’s den. She picked it up, her voice already husky with anticipation. “Hello?”

“Sylvia, it’s me,” a familiar voice purred through the receiver. “I need you tonight. That urgent, desperate tone sent shivers down Sylvia’s spine. “Of course, my love. Name the place and time.”

An hour later, Sylvia sauntered into their secret rendezvous spot, a dimly lit cigar lounge where the air was thick with smoke and sinful desire. The building was old, worn by time and the countless clandestine affairs conducted within its walls. Sylvia had to admit, it added to the allure of their forbidden trysts.

Her man was already there, ensconced in a plush leather armchair, a thick cigar gripped between his strong fingers as he took long, languid drags. He looked up as she entered, his eyes raking over her body hungrily. Sylvia had dressed for the occasion, her soft curves barely contained by a skintight red dress. The color contrasted sharply with her flame-red hair, which cascaded down her back in loose curls.

“Well, hello there, stranger,” she purred, sauntering over to him. She leaned down, her ample cleavage nearly spilling out of her low-cut gown as she propped herself up on the armrest of his chair. “Cigar for me?”

He smirked, holding out the lit cigar. Sylvia took it between her plump, painted lips, taking a deep inhale. She exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around them, heightening their arousal.

“You know exactly what I want,” he growled, his hand slipping up her thigh. Sylvia shivered, but never broke eye contact. She took another drag, then stubbed the cigar out in the tray next to him.

Slowly, deliberately, she sank to her knees before him, her hands already working at his belt. She freed his hardening cock with practiced ease, stroking it slowly. “I do,” she purred, looking up at him from under her lashes. “And you’re going to get it.”

Sylvia leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing him, before taking him fully into her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat with each pass. Her hand worked at the base of his shaft, twisting and squeezing in time with her mouth.

He groaned, one hand reaching out to bury itself in her hair, encouraging her. Sylvia Hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder, taking him deeper. Her other hand crept under her skirt, slipping between her thighs. She was wet, aching for his touch. But she focused on pleasuring him, determined to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.

His thrusts became more urgent, more demanding. Sylvia relaxed her throat, taking him fully, reveling in the feeling of being dominated, controlled. She loved submitting to him, letting him use her body for his pleasure.

With a guttural moan, he thrust deep, holding her head in place as he released into her mouth. Sylvia drank him down, swallowing every last drop before releasing him from her lips.

She sat back on her heels, licking her lips, basking in the afterglow. He looked down at her, satisfaction etched into his features. “Same time next week?” he asked with a lazy grin.

Sylvia rose to her feet, smoothing her dress back into place. “Same time, same place. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a husband to go home to.”

She turned and walked out, leaving him to his cigar and his memories of their sordid encounter. She knew he would be replaying it in his mind, savoring every detail, every touch.

Sylvia drove home, content in the knowledge that she had satisfied him, given him what he needed. She eased into the house, not wanting to wake her husband.

“Sylvia? Is that you?” His voice came from the living room. She sighed, stepping into the room.

“Hey, honey,” she said, forcing a bright smile. “I was just out with the girls. You know, the usual.”

He looked at her, suspicion clouding his eyes. “Is that so? And the smell of cigars on your dress is…?”

Sylvia’s heart raced, but she kept her composure. “Oh, that. I stopped for a smoke on the way home. You know I’ve been trying to quit.” She hoped he couldn’t tell how much she was lying.

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Well, I’m going to bed. Join me?”

Sylvia bit back a shudder of disgust. The thought of sleeping in the same bed as her husband, so soon after servicing another man? It was almost too much to bear.

“I’ll be along in a bit,” she said, making excuses. “I’m just going to fix myself a snack first.”

He shrugged, heading upstairs. Sylvia exhaled heavily, collapsing onto the couch. She couldn’t bear the thought of touching him, much less sleeping next to him after what she had done.

She pulled out her phone, opening the message to her lover. “Can you come over?” she typed, her fingers shaking. “I need you.”