She let out a moan as the smoke, now with a texture of ice and silk, rubbed against her nipple, making her breasts become instantly full and her nippl...s painfully hard. Why am I not scared? She let herself back onto the pillows, breathing now through her painfully dry mouth as the smoke ribbon eased itself against both nipples now, encircling, rubbing, licking? It certainly felt like she was being sucked and licked by the shadow of smoke, and soon it made her clit ache for attention.. She is no stranger to anal; she’s taken my dick up that ass plenty of times. Usually though with allot more preparation and lube. This time she had no time to adjust and other than my spit and a small but of her own urine, she didn’t have the benefit of any lube to make my entrance any easier. I see her face in the mirror, and the expression I see is absolute perfection. Her eyes are squeezed tight as if she is in intense pain, but her mouth is wide open and I swear, there is a bit of a smile. With a low growl, I grabbed her naked shoulders and dug my fingers painfully into our ivory softness. As I roughly shook her trembling body, I commanded again, “Say the words!”“Oooooooh, nooooo, I can’t nooooo” she moaned, but even as she uttered the words, the overpowering knowledge of her guilt and helplessness melted her last defenses and she knew it was useless to struggle anymore. Though her own weakness sickened and repulsed her, the urgent demands of her aroused body had completely. She started to flex and squeeze, the sensation gripping me nice and tight, causing slick friction to glide up and down the length of my cock, making gasp and tremble slightly as the waves of pleasure crashed up and down my spine. She grunted, moaned and gasped over and over again, and I brought my hand up from her waist towards one of her breasts, squeezing it through the thin fabric of the tank top, pinching her nipple and tugging on it over and over again. She bucked hard just then and hissed.