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You watched as Donna’s fingers made their way towards you. Her index finger came down in front of you and slid you up out of her cleavage, and her thumb made its way behind you lifting you up. She brought you level with her face and rolled you in her fingers slightly.

She took a long, slow drag on her cigarette, her eyes watching you eagerly. She removed the cigarette and pursed her lips, the corners curled in a smile, and exhaled a long stream of smoke over you.