Kiss Her Face Aesthetics Novels & Stories

His dark shades complimented the look. ‘Hey,’ Lindsey said. Serge leaned over and cupped Lindsey’s cheek. Lindsey’s heart leaped forward, she turned her head to the side unsure of what was supposed to happen. Serge must have sensed her unease and planted a kiss on her cheek instead of her lips where he instead for his lips to go. He let his lips remain a little longer on her cheek before he dragged them away. ‘Good morning.’ Lindsey smiled, her cheeks extra rosy from his affection.

A strange instinct takes over and before I can stop myself, I lean down and my lips press against the back of her, planting a soft kiss there. She flinches, but she says nothing for a few moments, before she pulls away from me, fixing her hair, letting it drop over her back. The loose curls bounced out of shape last night and right now they jung loose, and you could barely tell if they were real curls or formed with a curling iron. They flowed to the middle of her back, in a soft hazel shade, framing her oval face, accentuating the sharper features like her almost greek nose and her slightly sunken cheeks that pushed her cheekbones out.

She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight. A strand of her golden hair was falling over her eyelashes, highlighted by black mascara, stealing my attention. Her pupils were so dilated, it looked like she had tar eyes. Her pink lips had no lip gloss left, but they seemed super soft, and I had to confess I was attracted to her. At least then, at that moment, I really wanted to taste her. With my right hand, I gently removed the lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then I slid my fingers on the edge of her cheek until I reached her chin. My thumb moved slowly to her bottom lip and I grazed it until her lips parted.

I do, but it’s nearly impossible to remember anything when she’s standing before me. Her dress is slick to her body, accentuating her damning curves. Her cleavage looks so juicy. Her hair is damp and all over her face. She is a piece of art, one I want to taint. Her cheeks are rosy and her lips are pink. She’s effortlessly beautiful, and I want to make a home between her thigh. I only have the most deranged desires for her. I’m not going to cradle her in my hands. I’m not going to kiss her softly. I am going to fuck her face till she chokes on my cock, then break her apart. She shivers and I drag my gaze to her face.

Or in magazines you hide under your bed. Or on TikTok after being pancaked with powder and filters. Except… she clearly had no makeup on. Her skin practically glowed—alabaster pale, soft like porcelain, but warm, not cold. A blush still clung to her high cheekbones, like she’d just stepped out of a Renaissance painting. And her lips? Full and pouty. Slightly redder than normal—like they’d been kissed too much and too hard. Her long hair was a mess—

another lady defended her. " Most women like her are the ones who spend the highest amount of money just to look this young and beautiful. Who knows, perhaps she's had a face surgery before, or had Botox fillers injected in her lips. Her jaws don't look natural, neither do her lips. You never know" another lady said. They continued to talk about it until she walked up to where they were and bent her head slightly while smiling at them. They hated their Tete a Tete and greeted her back, forcing smile on their own faces as well.

she opened her mouth and started saying something but I couldn't hear her because I tuned her out and was busy admiring her beautiful face. She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Her dark eyes were the perfect size for her slightly round face. Her nose are slim and a little bit pointed but still so cute and I could imagine myself kissing her nose. Her lips are the most pretty and most appealing part of her face. Those come kiss me lips... it is going to be really difficult kissing those lips. Pink and full and obvious soft and it had a bow shape at the top. Her jaw line are a little bit pronounced and sharp. She had high cheekbones too. She is just...perfect. Perfect doesn't even.

“A business associate. Sometimes my husband has me do these deals for him. Says I can be persuasive…” I looked her up and down, from her perfect tits to her perfect legs. She could get anything she wanted, flaunting her sexiness like that. “I bet.” I pulled out my wallet and left the cash on the table. I also pulled out a business card, a single white card with a black skull on the back. “Call me if you change your mind. I’d be happy to be your next climax.” I scooted to the very edge of the stool, leaned forward, and then scooped my hand into those luscious black strands. I gripped the back of her hair tightly before I pressed my mouth lightly against hers. Plump and soft, her lips tasted l

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

"So good baby your lips feel so good , you taste like honey... so sweet..." As I parted our lips, she started breathing heavily.... catching her breath. And damn! She is looking so pretty... Her kissable lips are swallowen red, her eyes are moist and hooded, her hairs are messy and face is flustered with that pink dust spread all over her cheeks and ear tips .... She is looking so fucking fucked yet so fuckable , fuck what am I even thinking? I can't do to her now rig- (SLAP !! ) I felt the hard impact on my left cheek, felt that burning sensation with a soft skin of her.... I looked at her with my usual cold face, honestly not sure how to react to it....