Smokers cough fetish

Description:The mildly inebriated Gretchen, blushing at first, was compelled by her sisters to climb onto the saddle, and her inhibitions quickly faded when she did as she began to ride the saddle like a genuine cowgirl. It was more of a friendly smile befitting a former southern belle like she was and not necessarily the come-hither seduction of a Lolita, but she was still on the borderline. My arms were pinned under her, but I used my teeth to open the box of Camel Pinks tucked into her crotch, and then extracted a cigarette with my teeth. I pressed forward with a boyish excitement and got more excited with each step as a tobacco aroma became noticeable. As strong as her tobacco breath was when she first woke up moments earlier, it was really overpowering now. Is she your wife? I opened one eye and watched as best as I could in the dark bedroom as Gretchen, my blond wife of eight years lifted her sleepy head from my chest and rapidly turned to the nearby nightstand.

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