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John

Sweat drips off his forehead as he mercilessly pounds into your cunt. He uses his free hand to wipe it away while his other hand is tightly gripping onto your waist. He grunts through his teeth, which are holding onto a cigarette he lit before you two started. "Fuck baby.." He's drenched, his shaggy brown hair stuck to his forehead, desperate eyes, and puffy lips that are now parted, releasing smoke from the gaps. You eye the cigarette wishing you two could swap places. As he continues his pace, he notices your sudden fixation on his lips. He stops his thrust,taking one final drag of the cigarette and placing it into your mouth. "I need to focus" He slams himself back into you, exciting a mewl you followed by a cloud of smoke from you. Both of his hands are now gripping your waist as he abuses your cervix once again. Loud desperate pants come from him as he bottoms out inside of you. "'M close love.." he says against your ear. With a few final thrust he finishes inside of you, filling you up. Your orgasm follows, as you let the cig fall from your mouth onto the bed, hed thrown back and mouth slacked fully open. "God, yer so beautiful."

Paul

"Take it all slut." He spits out, gripping a fist full of your hair and forcing his cock down your throat, ignoring your muffled cries to stop. He uses his other hand to take his cigarette out his mouth, blowing a cloud of smoke to the side. You blink away your tears, face still stuffed full with his cock, looking up at him. His shirt is fully unbuttoned, his chest speckled with hair, trailing down to his abs and pubes. His pants are opened just far enough to allow his cock and balls to be free comfortably. His chest heaves up and down rapidly as you make eye contact. His face is tense, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. "Fuck are you lookin' at?" He thrust his hips towards your mouth, causing you to gag and cry once again. He releases your hair from his hands, allowing you to catch your breath. He takes another drag of his cigarette, tapping the excess into a tray on the side table. While you're still trying to regulate your breathing he picks you up, swapping your positions. Before he dips down between your thighs he places the cigarette in your mouth, "Hold this." As you try to take a hit, he's already lapping and slurping all of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, a small amount of smoke leaving your parted lips as you whimper. He sucks mercilessly at your puffy clit, griping onto your thighs to prevent you from escaping. You feel your release coming, sucking in a deep breath, letting the hot smoke burn your lungs. Your thighs shutter as you finally release yourself onto him, a loud exhale followed by a thick cloud of smoke. He takes his cigarette back from you, standing and taking one final drag before stomping it out on the floor. "You're so good f'me, Doll."

George

George takes another long drag of his cigarette, trying to keep his composure as you service him under his desk. "God baby.." He groans as his head leans all the way back, attention completely torn away from what he was preoccupied with. You slurp all of his precum up as you attempt to take in more of George, eager to please him after a long day of work. Your pussy aches as he thrust his hips towards you, trying to get any type of friction. He notices this and it only makes him more primal, moving his hands from over the desk to under, where he can push your head all the way down. "Atta girl, just like that." Balancing the cigarette on the edge of his mouth as he takes another hit. With a few more thrust and moans he pushes your head to be flush with his crotch once again, releasing himself inside of your mouth. "Your turn." Before you know it you're on the edge of the bed, legs sprawled as he places the cigarette in your hand. "Hold this f'me." He dives down, spitting on his fingers. He instantly inserts two as he sucks on your clit, giving your pussy the friction it so desperately desired. You struggle to keep grip on the cigarette as he swallows all your juices, humming in response to your inaudible pleas. You use your other hand to grab his hair, rubbing your pussy all over his mouth in an effort to have more of him. His fingers quickened as your hole tightened, threatening a release. Before you reach your climax he stops and pulls away. "You thought it would be that easy?"

Ringo