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“I beg your pardon. But what are we talking about?” “The lipstick that’s on your collar,” Kim pointed out. “Too much of a yellow undertone, you would do better with a cooler shade.” Both girls laughed as Robert threw up his hands and left the room.

I'm just not sure what that statement actually is. He allows my appraisal and I still don't get a smile or even a leer that says, I know you like what you see. My gaze moves to his lips. They're full and lush-totally kissable lips, and there's not a woman alive who wouldn't want those lips on her. A small scar about a half-inch long is at the corner of his lower lip. It does nothing to diminish his attractiveness. It actually does the opposite and adds a dangerous, bad boy, all-man quality.

She had been forced to extremely hold back. Adina applied the lip balm in the mirror before she applied a layer of lipstick. The cinnabar color made her skin look as fair as snow. Right after she put the lipstick cap back on, she saw another person in the mirror. She did not turn back. “Are you also here to touch up, Jas?” she asked indifferently. Jasmine wrapped her arms around her chest and sneered. “Adina Daugherty, this is my house. What are you being so arrogant about?”

He started to explain. "B-beta?" "He was the one who was out at the backyard the other day." Oh.. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he apologized. "It's okay. Then, can you tell me something about mate?" I looked up with curiosity. He chuckled lightly and patted my head. "Someone's curious. Well, his birthday is September the 13th. He's turning 22 this year. His favourite colour is black and blue. He is very protective of his sister. He is very harsh-"

He looked insanely divine with his orbs closed. His face was tinted reddish pink and his swollen lips was smeared with my glossy lipstick. "Now you should know the answer to your question and don't ever let me see another tear in your eyes because if I did, it won't be good for you."

she ordered me and heaved a sigh as she put dots on my face using a new lipstick pen. Gemma was putting dots on my face when Elenita came. “We’re almost done, Elenita,” She glanced at her, smiling at her arts as she pressed the point of the lipstick on the tip of my nose. She handed me the lipstick. “Don’t worry, Angela. This is hypoallergenic. You can have this. At least this one won’t smear your face every time you sweat or cry.” Her staff came in, folding the clothes and placing them in the paper bag.

After Larissa had done dressing, Ambrose arrived to pick her up. "Rissa, you look stunning today! Have you switched to a new lipstick shade? This color suits you well." "Really? I love all the colors in this new lipstick set." "Since you like it, I'll buy all the lipstick shades of this brand for you." They smiled at each other, held hands, and left without looking at Vincent. It seemed unbelievable that his Bad Daddy could notice the change in the lipstick shade yet not see him. Forget it. He could only helplessly lie down and count his money.

He’s been so sweet today, he probably forgot to give it to me. I climbed out of the car, clutching the gold tube like a weapon. I walked to the side mirror and uncapped it again. I carefully applied the color to my lips. I stared at my reflection. The shade was wrong. It was horribly, glaringly wrong. Against my pale skin and my ‘classic’ features, the soft nude pink looked provocative—almost cheap. It didn’t bring out the amber in my eyes; it made me look like a stranger. “What are you doing, Victoria?”

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.