Lipstick Kisses Deviantart Novels & Stories

"What do you mean? I'm okay with it, whatever it is. You don't have to worry. I accept you. But keeping it real with you as I have always done. I want to know more, but when you are ready to share." "Good, because I have something else I would rather share with you right now." Taesha blushed with her cheeks feeling like fire. He looks at her lips. What kind of lipstick is that?" He says curiously, peering at them. Taesha became even shyer about giving him the name of it, but she went on and said it anyway. "Midnight passion." Dexter looked at her lips, smiling with those dreamy eyes. "Hmm...I can't wait to taste it."

Devrim leaned down and captured my lips in a sloppy kiss. My lips parted under the pressure of his. Dev broke away and dropped his head to my shoulder to let out another groan. I slipped a hand into his hair as I looked at Obsidian. His eyes were already focused on me. Smirking, he reached out with one hand and gripped my thigh. He pushed my legs apart and then traced my pussy lips with a finger. “Soaked,” he growled. Raising his hand, he slipped his finger into his mouth and licked it clean.

I rowed my wet core along the great length of his arousal. And he exhaled a grunt of longing, his breath quickened. His index finger ran carefully across my upper lip, admiring its shape and texture, his gaze fixed, memorising every detail, and then his other fingers joined in to idolise my lower lip. I puckered my lips to kiss them, and his focused irises dilated with amusement. “Shall I touch you from the inside, Charisse?” he said hoarsely, his eyes now at his finger dipping through my lips into my mouth.

His hot pink sumptuous lips tensed her up even more as the slightest move could whined up in a kiss. 'Oh boy.Too close.'

Finally, I opened my mouth and said, “I’m thinking about you, but more specifically, your lips. I just wonder what kind of delicious tricks they could play across my curves.” I finished my statement by licking my lips seductively. “Oh, Little One. You’ll pay for teasing me like this. Would you like me to show you what these lips can do?” I nodded my head before I whispered, “Show me, Xander.” Xander’s eyes flashed black before he captured my mouth in a blazing kiss. My hands were pressed against his chiseled chest to steady myself as he wrapped one arm around my waist and brought the other up to cup the back of my head. He pulled me impossibly close before he bit down on my bottom lip, causi

“If Lancelin told you this lipstick was for a review, it’s total BS. There was no review. My brother specially asked about the deluxe brand for you and he has never asked anyone for favors, ever. It’s obvious he likes you.” I blinked several times as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I was a little unsure at first at what she meant but then everything became crystal clear. That kiss! Looks like the lipstick passed the test. If what Amber just said was true then Lancelin really had me fooled. That kiss had been genuine, not because he wanted to test some stupid ten thousand dollar lipstick. My boss had just kissed me because he likes me. Holy fucking shit!

"We should get some chap-stick on your lips, gorgeous." "It's on the table." Sure enough. I held her chin still and painted her lips with the cherry lip-balm. I went in for another short kiss, tasting the difference. She responded sweetly, opening her lips to me quicker, her tongue grazing against my teeth. Again I broke it off, grabbing the tanning lotion and traversing her front, still avoiding those areas I'd most like to be rubbing. I did a thorough job, exploring every square inch of her tanned skin.

My back press against the wall. Seeping a cold bite on my exposed shoulders. He tilts my head to the side and deepen the kiss. There's a way Banks kiss: Ravish, Devour and ground still. He pulls my body so close to his like he can't let me go, else I'll run. Which I want to right now, but can't. I love how he kisses. My lipstick! I push him away. He stops, our faces still inches apart and my lipstick currently a smudge red on his lips. I clamp my lips with my mouth. He stands tall. Still holding me, still pressing me against the wall.

I shoot up from the sofa and walk over to her, sliding my hands up her jaw before she can protest, and I fucking kiss her. “Liam,” she breathes, holding onto my hand for support. I grin. “Sorry babe. I couldn’t help myself. Those lips of yours were begging to be kissed.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “Thanks. Now you’ve ruined my lip gloss and you’ve got lipstick on your lips.” “I don’t mind if it’s yours.”

All she could imagine was that hot mouth pressed against her, that skilled tongue exploring every fold. Madame Laurent adjusted the height of her stool, lowering herself until she was nearly on the floor. She stretched her long legs beneath the piano bench and pulled herself forward. When she leaned in to kiss the soft skin of Nia’s inner thigh, the contrast of her warm lips against Nia’s darker complexion was breathtaking. She left a trail of shimmering lipstick roses down both thighs, each kiss more lingering than the last.