Iggy really, really wants a smoke. But he's got a vine crawling up his thigh and snaking over his hip crease.

Some people will resist begging even when it's in their best interests - their pride is too strong, their desire to appear strong too ingrained.

Iggy has no such issues.

"Please," he says in a soft, breathy little voice. "Oh, please, I need your help so badly."

That vine wraps itself around his dick, which is both alarming and a little hot because there is a gorgeous blonde right in front of him and all.