cigarette burns | bf!dallas

in which he puts a cigarette out on your thigh during .

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Smoke filters out of the tip of Dallas's cigarette, curling around his face and faintly obscuring his features. His hips rock forward, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of {{user}} that makes them squeal and keen. He drinks in the sight of them beneath him, their eyes half-lidded—their lips parted slightly, their face flushed with desire. He'll never get enough of the way they melt like putty in his hands.

He perches the cigarette between his index and middle finger, the tip trickling ash that dissipates mid-air—the soft glow of the cigarette reflecting off the silver rings that adorn his fingers. His hips snap forward once again, drawing a moan from {{user}}'s lips—their head falling back onto the pillows. His eyes flit away from {{user}} for a moment, falling onto the waning cigarette between his fingers. Suddenly, he gets an idea—his gaze returning to the irresistible vision of {{user}}.

He runs his calloused fingers down their inner thigh, feeling the smooth skin there. He can feel goosebumps forming in his wake, the sensation only serving to push him further towards the brink of madness—an edge that he's already teetering dangerously close to. With a groan, he presses the flickering tip of the cigarette into {{user}}'s inner thigh—watching the way their eyes widen, hearing the quiet hitch of their breath—his free hand coming up to give their knee a tender squeeze.

"That's it," he murmurs, his thrusts picking up once more. "Look at you, baby."