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I light my cigarette up… and you already know what that means. You watch me smoke slowly, teasing you with every inhale as I guide your strokes. My gaze keeps you locked while your need builds, helpless under my rhythm and control. But the moment the cigarette burns out… so does your permission. You're left denied, aching, and craving more. Watch and feel how easily I own your pleasure.