Traditions

Jacob, a wolf, spat back as he took one long drag of a cigarette before the dirty fingers tossed it down onto the ground.thick, rubber, soles crunched into the leaves and extinguished the red ember of the cigarette.

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Work and Pleasure

Did i just imagine or did his cock taste like cigarettes?

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The White Robe Chapter 28

He could discern the silhouette of a man sitting in one of the pool chairs, and the dim orange spot against the figure's hand told him that he'd found the source of the cigarette smoke. as he watched, the figure lifted the cigarette to his mouth.

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Cracked, but not broken

That brought him here, to his smoke filled room, dropping a cigarette butt into a bucket filled partially with water. and to the room with a tap at the window.

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Motion Unexists

He lit up, his lighter bringing a spark of life to the dank alley before the light faded into the small red circle of the cigarette. he breathed in deep, the smell replaced by the feeling of sweet nicotine and addictive toxins.

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Chpt.5. dark cloud

Match of my body armour, proceeding to light it, throw away the match and take a draw of the cigarette.

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Sex Life Twenty-Four Seven: Helping Relatives

After taking a short rest, he looked at his watch while sticking a cigarette into his mouth. "don't you dare smoke in here you idiot." the door was closed shut, and cage unwillingly took the cigarette from his mouth.

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Change of Plans: part 2

I pulled out a cigarette. "nothing works, kid." i said as i lit my mentholated death stick. my watch said it was a little after 8am. i had only been sleep for an hour or so. "give me the wheel. pull over, squirt."

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A Spare in the Trunk: Catching Up

If you did, you wouldn't wander into their stop-and-robs for cigarettes." "alright," ixby admitted. "they can be useful, sometimes." a cold pinprick touched lys's face. she looked up. "typical, it wasn't supposed to rain."

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Gina's Pit Stop

Gina's tongue forced itself into charlene's muzzle and he quivered at being taken hold of and kissed with that dirty cigarette taste still on her lips.

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The Other Side of the Front - Chapter 8

I sighed, letting my burnt-out cigarette fall to the ground and grabbing another one from my case.

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