Bright, clear, lustrous eyes pierce deep into you as she sparks up the hand rolled herbal smoke. Slow seductive movements, soft and seductive biting of the lips, billowing smoke fills the air around her. Unable to let your eyes fall from her captivity, she locks you in and arouses every ounce of you. Milky French inhales, almost taunting you with her shining eyes. Not a single word or sound uttered, yet you can see the giggling in her eyes; pure joy and satisfaction. Thick, milky smoke rings float towards and then past you, blown by the puckered lips and snapping jaw of Akira. Surrounded by smoke in the still, resting air. Gliding her hands around her, directing and playing with the smoke. Smokey air spinning around the room.