You have a deep obsession with my perfect mouth. There's something about my pouty, full lips, that have you under my spell. You cannot look away as I apply my brand-new lipstick. This shade of pinkish, amber, makes you want to submit in a way you've never felt before. When I light my cigarette, you melt. Seeing my perfect mouth exhale the cigarette has you weak. You would do anything for me, and I know this. I love knowing what deep control I have over your mind in this state. I want you stroking for my perfect lips. Totally focused on my soft words and softer pout. I want you to fall deeper into my trance. With each inhale, you get harder. I want you to cum before I finish my cigarette. I know that won't be an issue for a whore like you.