I have memories of a girl at work who at break time would go out to her car, sit in it and lightup. I'd regularly see her do this as I was drinking coffee in an upstairs cafe at my workplace.
She was gorgeous with a nice personality too, and I used to get such a thrill seeing her cigarette dangle while she lit it.
I felt sorry for her having to spend her breaktime in her car in the middle of winter, in order that she could get the nicotine she clearly loved so much. It was hot, nevertheless, to see her so committed to her sexy cigarettes.
I yearned so much to be in that car with her, as it filled with her sweet sexy exhaled smoke; it would be my idea of heaven!
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