All you need is leather and good fuckers around

It was another normal morning for Patrick, as he was woken up by a coughing fit that was so strong, it demanded an immediate trip to the bathroom as he didn't want to wake up the whole neighbours. Smoking had become such an integral part of his life, usually almost 3 ppd, that it was the first thing he did in the morning - he had already lit his first cigarette before he had even made it to the bathroom. After a few minutes of intense coughing, with him struggling to catch his breath and even gagging at times, he was rewarded with a jar full of sticky brownish-yellowish phlegm, a clear sign of how productive his morning had been and how much tar had already entered his amused lungs .

Patrick was now ready to start his day of smoking - a day that would involve him luring young people into the world of cigarette addiction. With his coolnes and cheeky smile he always finds a good victim that trusts in his words. He grabbed his leathers, and headed out the door, already thinking of his next victims and had a lit cigarette in mouth of course.

Patrick had been smoking for years, he started when he wasn't even a teen, and had never regret. To him, it was a source of relaxation and comfort, a necessary part of his daily routine. He had seen the effects of smoking first-hand, and now makes sure to help other young men to discover the same on their body.

Suited up for tonight - Lorentsuit Lorentleather Lorent Leather

I want to lick that <3.