The cigarette dangles from Jackie's lips in a way that has you looking with the dumbest expression on your face, no doubt. She looks pretty, almost like an angel in the patio light as she sits on your lap in the lounge chair. Her cream-colored jacket dangles off her shoulders and exposes her tank top underneath. You lick your lips as she moves again, holding her hips steady and smirking up at her as you pull her lighter out from her pocket and light the cigarette, watching her whine as she inhales.

"Feel good?" you ask, sliding your hands up and down her sides.

"Mmmhmm." she sighs contently, having trouble moving and puffing her cigarette at the same time.