She thought that there was nothing better than a post-coital cigarette and a piss after particularly raunchy sex and a cum on that scale. In the privacy of their home, they, from time to time, would set aside an entire “play” day in their “play” room. She knew too that her seductive smoking style turned him on immensely. She tried this time to staunch the flow of poo to prolong the ectascy but with limited success. “Shall we continue?” “Oh absolutely but I need something to drink. She knew just the right key phrases which stirred a pasion in him. He’d put himself through med school, helped her finish her finance degree and was everything good where she was not. “Talk to me.” was her code phrase to him. He placed the tip of the filter of one of her extra long, extra light menthol cigarettes to her lips and she reflexively inhaled. “Help me.” she said to him.. A bulge in his pants became obvious as he watched her deficate and exhale her smoke.
