Novel & Cerita Cigarettes After Sex Keep On Loving You

"Emily is not just any girl, she's the woman I have fallen deeply in love with. She's the only woman I want? Do you know what love is? Do you know how love feels like? I said sounding very depressed. I needed comfort, and she was here to rant and piss me off. I could see the look on her face, she was taken aback by my question. I stood up from the floor where I sat and walked up to her. I was trying hard to maintain my balance but I kept staggering, this was thanks to the few drinks of tequila I had. " You– do you know what love is? " I said pointing my finger at her. Dipping my hands into my pocket I found just the item that would give me comfort - My tobacco cigarette. "Yes, there you are

he said, and kissing my shoulder, he rolled down on the bed at his side and I also lay down beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my body and kissed the top of my head. To some people cigarettes after sex are fantastic but to us, it's cuddling. I like to hear his heartbeat going back to normal and he likes stroking my hair. "I don't think I can ever get enough of you, you are like a drug to me," he said and I raised my head to look at him, I leaned forward and kissed his chin which was peppered with light stubble. "Is it a bad thing?" I ask and wait for his answer. "Well, if I get this drug regularly, then no it's not bad" I frowned and a stupid smile brok

Uh-huh! He moved away from me dancing, the white curvaceous girl in hot seat kept signaling me to follow him, I grimaced at her, pulled out another stick of cigarette; put it on my lips, and lit up. Hey guys! Did you know that, semen acts as anti-depressants; that it makes a woman happy?

She turned her face away with her trembling fingers fiddling together, words slipped out of her mind and she didn't have any idea how to answer. " Be honest to yourself. Our first wedding night, didn't you cum over my fingers and dick? " She opens her mouth but shuts it down. " I know, I did everything against your will but it doesn't change the fact that you like it. " He took out his cigarette and litter. It was a custom-made litter with a silver curved design. As soon he lit up his cigarette, the faint sound of litter made her sigh in hesitation. " You've to ask. You know? For anything. The only thing you need to do is speak. Cupcake. " He threw the double meaning and took a large puff of

“Don't stop on my account, handsome. I love seeing you stroke your cock.” His white teeth flash at me before he swallows, doing as he's told, pumping his hard cock. The other sitting beside him does the same, flicking his cock and cursing, his head thrown back in the throes of pleasure. I smile, taking a drag from the smoke. Fuck, I've never smoked before, but I'm definitely willing to do anything to get the attention I want tonight. The cigarette makes me cough, but I hold it in. I'm not letting myself falter.

It’s amazing how my entire body reacts just by a simple touch of his. We part and I frown when I see the cigarette he’s still holding. I look at him and say, “You don’t need this thing anymore when you have me.” He hums, “I might get addicted to you.” I take the cigarette and crush it in the ashtray. “At least I’m a beautiful addiction,” I smirk. He laughs and takes me by the waist, “I always liked your sassiness.” he mumbles with his deep sexy voice which always succeeds to drive me insane.

He slips out the condom and tosses it carelessly into the trashcan. I sit up, ignoring the sticky dampness between my thighs, and reached for the pack of slim cigarettes on the nightstand. My brown bob hair falls around my face, hiding the absolute disgust twisting my features. “You were incredible today, Artie,” I purr, faking sweetness into my voice. “You made me see the stars as usual. It was fantastic.” “You know how I am. I always want to satisfy my baby. You’re so sweet, Barb.”

I couldn't help but blurt out, "I thought you stopped smoking, Caspian?” Caspian chuckled at my reprimand, taking a long drag of his cigarette before speaking. "Old habits die hard, sweetheart." He moved closer, one hand trailing lazily through my slick folds while the other dangled the cigarette casually. "Fuck, look at this mess.” His fingers spread my wetness around, painting my pussy with my own juices. The contrast between the cold cigarette in his hand and the warmth of his other hand playing with my sensitive clit was shocking. He shook his head in mock disappointment. "So wet and messy, just like I like it.”

A few seconds later, Adrian appeared from around the corner like he’d been waiting for his cue. “Just saw your mother leaving,” he said casually, dropping onto the bench beside me. He flicked his lighter open, lit his cigarette, took two slow drags, then passed it over. “I’ve missed her steaks, man. Might pop by later this week and steal one. You in?” I took the cigarette, barely tasting the smoke. “I need to have sex.” Adrian froze. He stared at me like I’d just spoken in another language. Then he laughed; a short and uneasy one before shaking his head.

In some type of way, it was suffocating. A different kind of suffocation.. Slightly pulling away, My breathing heavy..he seeming barely affected by the little romance.. He smiled, his lips seeming to turn pink.. All sexy, delicious and ....oh my god.. He tasted of caramel berries..slight intoxicated with the taste of weed...something I never thought would become addictive.. "Remind me why I shouldn't kiss you every time I see you.." His sexy voice booming into my ears sent shivers of pleasure I didn't even know existed..