Relaxing on the bed, my mind filled with thoughts of your manhood and a cigar

Lying on the bed, my mind raced with images of your impressive manhood. As I puffed on my cigar, I couldn't help but fantasize about the pleasure it would bring.

On the bed, my mind fills with carnal thoughts. I picture your manhood, thick and pulsating. The taste of a cigar lingers on my lips, adding an extra layer of desire to the scene. I'm alone, yet my imagination paints a vivid picture of you, standing over me, your hardness mirroring the intensity of my arousal. The room is warm, the air thick with anticipation. I can feel the sheets beneath me, their soft touch only fueling my lust. My hand reaches down, exploring the contours of my body, heightening the sensation. The vision of you, of your impressive member, is all I can think about. The cigar, a symbol of desire, burns low, its smoke intertwining with my fantasies. The room spins, my desire consuming me until I lose myself in the throes of my erotic daydream.