Novel & Cerita Sanji Smoke

Sabastian quickly changed into shorts while I rubbed my sore throat, still feeling the impact of his thick, hard dick. "She's my mate too," Sabastian replies calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. In one smooth motion, he removes a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and begins smoking, the smell of tobacco filling the air. I stand up, my legs feeling unsteady like jelly, and I clutch the towel tightly around me as I make my way towards them both. Gabriel's eyes bore into Sabastian's, as if trying to read his thoughts. My heart is pounding as I wonder what's going on. I can't bear the thought of them fighting.

Satan remained silent, still standing at the window, his hand holding a cigarette between his fingers. Dylan darted forward, snatching the cigarette away and crushing it in his hand. "Sir! Do you want to ruin your throat for good?" Satan didn’t move, his fingers still hovering as if the cigarette were still there. After what felt like an eternity, he sighed and said, "I wasn’t smoking. I just needed to hold it, to smell it. It calms me down." "Sir..." Dylan began, but Satan raised his hand to stop him.