Quote Originally Posted by HARDDON
Poor baby...

Hard On wishes he could take you into his big arms and hold you tight and close and gaze upon your lips whilst I fill your precious lungs with the fruity scents and aroma of choice smoke.

I would love to watch as your breasts rise and fall with the administration of my smoke filled passions

And, as I looked down, deep into your eyes, my own would twinkle as they see yours turn lightly red as your mind slips, oh so willingly unto my desires.....

Love,

HARD
I could only hope that you would fill me the way your smoke does.

p.s. did you notice your contrabution to my stash box.