Smoking blowjob ()

Title: A Sensual Smoke-Filled Encounter: The Smoking Blowjob

In the dimly lit room, the air hung thick with anticipation and the acrid scent of tobacco smoke. This was no ordinary encounter, but a tantalizing dance of passion and pleasure, spurred on by the forbidden allure of smoking. On the ratty couch sat the gorgeous mature Milf, her red lips curled sensually around the end of a cigarette, smoke curling languidly from her nostrils. She was the picture of seduction, her eyes smoldering with desire as she watched the young man across from her.

He was nervous, but barely contained his growing excitement. This stunning woman had just offered him a favor – a blowjob, in exchange for a simple task. But not just any blowjob, she had clarified with a sultry smirk. A smoking blowjob, one that intertwined the raw sensuality of submitting completely to a woman’s mouth and throat with the added mischievous thrill of her blowing smoke up his shaft. The effect was utterly irresistible.

As he moved closer, their knees brushing together, she reached out and took his hand. Leading it up her bare, toned thigh, she guided his fingers under her short skirt to feel her wetness, signaling her hunger. He swallowed hard, his manhood already starting to swell and tent his pants. With her free hand, she flicked her cigarette into an ashtray, the embers still glowing hot, and unzipped his fly with deft fingers.

“Let me worship your cock like it deserves,” she purred, freeing his rigid member from its confines. She stroked it lengthwise, smearing the leaking precum, before bringing her mouth down on the tip and swirling her tongue around. They both moaned at the silken contact.

She began to bob up and down, taking him deeper each time. He plunged his hands into her silky, dark hair, tugging gently as she sucked. She hollowed her cheeks and increased her pace, reveling in his enjoyment of her skill. Reaching into her shirt pocket again, she retrieved her cigarette and took a deep drag.

Wrapping her lips around his throbbing girth once more, she exhaled a ribbon of smoke gently onto his shaft, watching in satisfaction as it clung and undulated around his length. He gasped, electrified by the unexpected sensation of smoke on his most sensitive part. It was teasing, a pleasurable intimate caress unlike anything he had felt before.

She repeated the process, drawing another lungful of acrid fumes in and sliding her mouth all the way down to his base. The luscious heat of her throat and tantalizing swirl of cool smoke was driving him wild. She could feel him twitching and pulsing between her lips as she worked him over expertly. His hands fisted in her tresses, clenching and unclenching as the tension built.

She picked up speed, sucking harder, relishing the barely restrained power she held over his pleasure. She knew he was close, his hips rocking forward to meet her expert ministrations. The room was hazy now with the fog of burning cigarettes as she took another drag, holding the smoke in her mouth to pool around his tender tip teasingly.

“Mmm, you’re quite the smoker yourself,” she murmured, giving his shaft a filthy kiss to punctuate her words. “Go on baby, cum for me. I want to feel you blowing your load in the back of my throat.”

Her shameless encouragement and the exquisite stimulation proved too much for him to resist. With a guttural groan, he exploded inside her welcoming mouth, his release triggered by twisted delight of their shared nasty habit. She swallowed his essence greedily, savoring the hot, salty taste of him.

As his climax ebbed, she pulled away with a wicked grin and a smoky chuckle. A bead of his cum still clung enticingly to her plump bottom lip. She licked it away slowly, accommodation his spent length one last time. Sitting back, she lit yet another cigarette, taking an appreciative drag. The young man gingerly tucked himself away, barely able to form a coherent sentence as he basked in the afterglow.

“Mmm, you did well,” she purred in satisfaction, smoke trickling from between her crimson lips. “The favor was well-earned, don’t you think? But next time, don’t be shy about blowing a bit of smoke yourself. I’d love to feel you painting my tits with the mist.”

His eyes widened at the promise of a next time, his member already stirring to life again at the lewd image she painted. He had a feeling, he was going to be very obliging to her kinky cravings from now on.