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Blowing Smoke
(Giselle Renarde)

She pointed to the bed with the dildo. "Get on your knees.  Point your ass in my direction."

With the blinds closed and no lights on it was pretty dark in my apartment, so Chantal went around with her lighter, lighting every candle she came across.  Gave the place a romantic glow.  She went back to the bathroom and ran more water on the cloth, I guess to heat it up again, and then returned to rub my ass, getting right in there until I was squeaky clean.

"You ready for this?" she asked.

"I don't know." That was the truth.

She lit another cigarette and pulled my office chair over beside the bed and sat facing my butt. I watched through my knees as she inhaled, then exhaled, blowing smoke between my butt cheeks.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Good."

"Dry off all that water."

It was different than standing in front of a fan, though. A different sort of dry. Hot air. Breath and smoke. 

She inhaled again and blew more smoke at my ass, closer this time. Then she came in so close I worried she'd burn me with her cigarette. She took a drag, then pressed her lips in a waxy circle around my clean asshole and breathed that cigarette smoke into my body.