Smoke
The smell of tobacco woke me from a deep sleep. Instantly, moisture flooded my pussy. I knew what that smell meant. I rolled over to my stomach and pushed myself up until I was kneeling in the center of the bed facing the head board. I heard movement and the rushed exhale of smoke as he blew the tobacco from his lungs. “Mmmm. That’s my good little slut.” His deep voice sent a dark thrill through my body strait to my pussy. He doesn’t use his words often during sex, and my body flushed as I reacted to the deep strains of his voice. I kept my eyes closed. I knew the game well. I knew enough to know how far I could push him to get the reaction I wanted from him. I felt …