Bleach Cream Fem 소설 & 이야기

He lifts me to his lap, and I hold in my pained whimper. We mated quite a bit. He kisses my head and gets out a cream. I go to move my nightgown, so he put it on my thigh, but he goes for my vagina. "Isn't that for bruises?"I question. His gives a sexy smirk "It also helps with soreness from mating, and before you freak out, I did research on creams and stuff for a school project. Dad made us all do health projects on sex education." I just nod, but I had doubts. I know damn well his dad gave all the males supplies of sex gel and numbing stuff. This cream was probably in the basket with condoms and lube.

Yes, a nice hot shower was just what the doctor ordered. Rummaging through the boxes, she finally found the one with her toiletries. As she unpacked them, setting them about the master bathroom, she reached in and pulled out a can of shaving cream. She held it, staring at the familiar can as images of Brent standing at the bathroom sink and shaving the blond stubble from his cheeks filled her mind. She stood there, holding the Barbasol in her hand as a tear filled her eye. Swiping at the water just before it fell down her cheek, she tossed shaving cream into the trash can. Goodbye, Brent.

With a mere flick of his hand, a sliver of his internal force landed on her, but she remained oblivious. Believing that he was afraid of being caught breaking the law on live broadcast, the woman grew even more smug. Just then, another woman's cry came from beyond the crowd. "This is Blooming Group's headquarters. After I used the products from their Blooming Cream series, my face became like this! I need all of you to keep tuning in and be my witnesses!" Fwoosh! The crowd parted, revealing Starley holding a tripod, her hair disheveled and her skin peppered with red blisters. The shiny bubbles seemed as if they would break with the slightest touch, creating a rather repulsive sight.

The chilly air hit my bare skin and I shivered. She opened the calabash and a sweet smell filled the air. There was a red cream like substance inside the calabash. She dipped her hand into it and smeared it all over my skin. Each part the cream touched caused tingles over my body. “It’s the blessed mating cream. Very essential for this ritual” she mumbled as she smeared the cream on my back. I wondered if Brayan was undergoing this part of the ritual like I was. Did he strip bare before Saoirse as she smeared the cream all over him.

In comparison, the cream rouge is better, and the color of the cheeks is more even. Looking at the box of blush in hand, the color isn't bright red, not orange-red. It is dull and dry and looks like it is dehydrated. Use the tip of a wooden hairpin to pick up a little and rub it with your fingers. It seems to be mixed with other things. After kneading it, it took more than ten times to get rid of the grainy feeling of fine sand, but even after kneading it, it was not refreshing. It felt very oily. Selena couldn't help shook her head.

The scab on the wound had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark. Remembering that day, I sighed softly and took out the scar removal cream, carefully applying it to the wound. The cream had a faint, pleasant medicinal scent that I liked. The bottle was pure white, small and exquisite, with no label indicating its origin or name. It looked more like a private formulation. Wendy's words echoed in my ears. She was tireless in trying to introduce me to potential boyfriends. While her words might be exaggerated, they weren't completely made up.

I wash my hair with a shampoo from a very good brand and then apply some cream. I go out wrapped in a towel, to get dressed. Today I need to be radiant, so I apply some rose-scented creams, as well as some perfume. I put on my best outfit, high heels and then look in the mirror to blow dry my hair. I feel satisfied with what I see, I am not an ugly woman, I have never felt it, my eyes are a bright gray color, my skin is white, although it is a little pale for my taste, I am fine with it, besides, I have very good curves, and above all exquisite breasts, and for that reason I wear the shirt I am wearing, It's a button-down shirt that lets you see a little bit of them, but not so much as it l

“Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.” Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.” My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?” Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.” My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s called Rosa Cream.”

“There’s a spare toothbrush in the second drawer. Use it.” She got up on unsteady legs and went into the en-suite. The bathroom was all marble and soft lighting. Two toothbrushes already in the holder. A bottle of the same expensive moisturiser his wife probably used. Freya stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. Her mouth was swollen. There was a red mark on her collarbone where his teeth had been. She looked thoroughly fucked and slightly stunned. When she came back into the bedroom Callum had pulled the covers down. He was still naked. He watched her walk toward the bed.

Lucas felt his chest tighten. "The result of what?" "Everything Genesis has been trying to create." The stranger pointed toward the compatibility readings. "Your bond doesn't behave like an ordinary pheromone response." "It stabilizes." "It strengthens." "And most importantly..." He looked at Lucas. "...your pheromone blindness doesn't interfere with it." Lucas stared at him. "My pheromone blindness?" "Yes." "Genesis believed an Omega who couldn't perceive pheromones normally would be difficult to influence."