Watch every detail in extreme close up: the way my lips wrap around the filter, the lipstick stain left behind, the slow inhale, the smoke curling out while I bite my lower lip. I linger on every drag. I let the smoke sit on my tongue. I bite my lip again, smear the red a little, and blow it right toward the camera.
Soft nightgown slipping on my skin. Glossy red mouth. Cigarette between my fingers. Nothing else — just the ritual, the smoke, and my lips.
If you love smoking fetish, lipstick fetish, mouth close ups and that late-night “I shouldn’t, but I will” energy… this one is for you.
Enjoy.
