FOR DADDY’S EYES ONLY!
Powder set everything, a light dusting with a fluffy brush to matte her T-zone.
For her eyes, she reached for the smoky palette—deep charcoal shadow swept across her lids, blending into a soft gray at the edges for that sultry, bedroom gaze.
She lined her upper lash line with black liquid eyeliner, a sharp wing flicking out, then tightlined the lower for intensity. Mascara next, two coats on top and one on bottom, lashes fanning out dramatically. Blush on her cheeks, a rosy pink to mimic the flush he'd put there soon enough.
Bab Populer