Darkside Multiples Smoking Asian Chainsmoking 4 Cigarettes + Smoke Slave Affirmations

POV I’m on my knees in the dim room, four cigarettes already lit and ready between my fingers, smoke curling thick around me like a lover’s embrace. I take a deep drag from the first, then the second, third, fourth—chain-smoking without pause, lungs filling with that sweet taste I crave. Between drags, the words spill out in a soft, rhythmic chant “I love smoking… I am addicted to smoking… I need it, I live for it…” My voice is low, breathy, almost reverent as I repeat them like a mantra, eyes half-lidded, lost in the haze. The words, they are smokey commandments to be inhaled and fed to the lungs. One hand wanders to my bare breasts, fingers circling a nipple, pinching gently, then harder. I flick ash from the cigarette—hot gray flakes landing right on the sensitive peak. The sting is sharp, electric; I gasp, arching into it, but I keep chanting “I am a smoke slave… I worship the burn…” Another flick, another ember kiss on the other nipple, making them flush dark and throb