The Best Lesbian Pornstar Smoking Fetish Ever.Directed by Sylvia Chrystall
The smoky scent wafted through the air, a tantalizing mix of vanilla and tobacco, as the busty brunette entered the room. Her ample cleavage strained against the lace of her corset, the fiery red hue contrasting with her porcelain skin. Sylvia Chrystall, porn’s premier smoker, was ready for her close-up.
The Hungarian bombshell settled into an overstuffed armchair, crossing her long legs. Her manicured toes peeked out from the tattered edge of her thigh-high stockings. With a flick of her wrist, she sparked up a slim cigarette, the orange glow illuminating her pouty lips.
“I heard you like smoking,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. “Let me show you what I can do.”
Sylvia took a long drag, then exhaled in a perfect plume. The smoke curled around her ample curves like a caress. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor.
“Mmm… nothing tastes quite like a good smoke, don’t you think?” she asked, blowing a smoke ring. It hung in the air for a moment before dissipating. “Maybe your lips around my nipple?”
Her fingers traced a lazy path down her body, grazed over the tops of her full breasts, and settled between her thighs. She slipped a hand under her red lace thong and sighed, a breathy moan escaping her lips.
Sylvia wiggled out of the sinful scrap of fabric, baring the glistening pink of her soaking cunt. Her other hand pinched and rolled a stiff nipple through the corset. “Ahhnn… a proper smoke really sets me off. Don’t you want a taste?”
With her fingertips slick with sweet juices, Sylvia lifted her glistening digits to her lips and sucked, moaning as she savored her own flavor. “Delicious… but I bet these talented lips of yours would feel even better.”
She crooked a finger at her unseen partner, and the footage singed into grainy red then back. Now a background male voice was heard but the camera was mostly focused on Sylvia. She continued to work on herself arrogantly while insulting the male cameraperson for his stature “What are you going to do with that little thing?” she taunted. “Maybe use it to prop up your tiny cock?”
Sylvia slid down in the chair, feet braced wide on the floor, spreading herself open shamefully. She toweled two fingers through her dripping folds while gazing at the lens with sultry bedroom eyes. With one hand she resumed smoking while the other delved between slick thighs to spread her juices.
The smoke wrapped its tendrils over the sumptuous curves of her breasts and stomach. Her touch traveled up tactics her rib cage to play with a nipple through the teensy perforations in the corset. She paused her pace when the fingers on the other hand slipped into her pussy. Her hips lurched up involuntarily she groaned deeply while pumping in and out of herself. “Ooh fuck I love it when cock’s fill me up,”
In a lecherous daze, Sylvia singed out reverently, “The best.” Her fingers pulled out with a most unladylike squelch and traveled up sliding through soaked cleft of her ass to her lips where she sucked enthusiastically, the tang of smoke and sex mingling madly on her tongue before swallowing.
The minute her tongue dragged across her fingers, an inhuman groan escaped her. The camera panned down to show a distinct movement in the lesbians types bra and panties. Sylvia didn’t seem to pay it any mind, too engrossed in temple on herself and her well crafted smokes filth.
Smoking while petting herself to orgasm was still somehow sexy, even with the constant camera gaze shooting incredulous reactions to her shamelessess. There was no hole untouched was her clear motivation as juices flowed copiously between her legs and down onto the cushion of the chair. Sylvia sucked lewdly, change the charcoal end of her cigarette then flipped it ever so slightly to tap the ash accross her tonge paths, landing heavily on her hung aria. It burned and singed her skin slightly leaving a stippled mark on her porcelain skin. She hissed in pain but dizzy with pleasure she continued to touch herself, riding out the pain filling her more she climaxed hard, face a rictus of agonized bliss muscles twitching all over as the smoke burned deeper. The cigarette fell from her lips as she let out a coy moan but then steeled herself and took a last drag before stubbing out the end of it on her tit. Sylvia then picked up the ash and spread it across her chest… breathing in the shroud of smoke rising around her from her recently violated thigh-highs Fogged skin and her own fuck pheromones.
She licked the ash from her shoulder pad while assuring the viewer she was ready to share with them their love of toxic posing, Sylvia finally relented Seven exhausting orgasms, four different smokes, Two outfit changes, nineteen props and over two hours later, her machinated fuck finish was complete.
Sylvia leaned back in the chair indignant. Her chest rose and fell much like the from of a billowing smoke stack though the heady scent swirled madly around her. “There. Happy?” She finally deigned to ask between calming breaths. Enthusiastic affirmative replies burst through the air. She smirked. “Mphm.” Sylvia sighed. “Good. Because that was the hardest shoot I’ve ever done. You’re so damn cock-hungry, I could barely keep you alive,” her smoke-choked laughs rang out sharp and sarcastic. When she spotted the new addition on her tonge she paused for a moment and frowned before pressing a long smoky kiss to her klit ring. Sylvia remembered her audience and giggled before planting a greasy smooch on the inside of her knee. “If you liked that, then we’re in for a treat later,” she half-promised, “I have plans for you–and truckloads of naked stars for an encore presentation.”
With that, Sylvia rose unsteadily, and hazing the space in front of her frozen lens with smoke that was a Veteran Smoking Fetish queen like herself. The smoke cleared to reveal empty Thus, The Attention of Toy, Her First Lesbian Cock knew, fell upon Sylvia Chrystall’s shiny pussy Part Number 13.
