I don’t know about you, but I’m not the type to half-ass anything I do, I promise you, baby. I make sure to get the most out of my experiences, and that includes my vices. I’m sure there are pole-up-the-ass people who would say I fuck too much, I swear too much, I drink too much, and I smoke way too much, but those people should just relax their anal sphincters and enjoy those poles they have up there. Maybe they’d stay outta my business and shut the fuck up. That’s ok because if they want to get in my face about it, I’ll just pull out one of my 120’s, light up, and blow a huge wad of smoke right in their disapproving mugs. I’ve done it before, and I’m sure I’ll do it again. Don’t believe me? Then grab the phone, admit you’re hard, and call me for a smoking fetish phone sex call. I mean, seriously baby, y’all wouldn’t still be reading this at this point if you weren’t hard at the thought of that long white ciggy dangling from between my lips.
I bet you want to hear about all the kinds of cigarette butts I’ve stained with lipstick and tossed in my day, and how many of you smoking fetish guys I’ve had the pure joy of teasing and taunting in person with the way I suck on and hold a long slim 120. When you go looking for smoking fetish phone sex, you look for a woman like me – older and unashamed of her own pure trashiness. A woman like me is the reason you have this fetish to begin with, am I right? I bet I am.
Look way back into your past, through that huge cloud of cigarette smoke, and call now to relive that moment, only this time with exactly the ending you were hoping for. The number is 1 888 8 FREAKY and the name is Delores. Don’t worry – the surgeon general hasn’t released a warning statement about me just yet…yet…