Lipstick Stain Is A Work Of Art Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Wait…” My brows hiked up as I watched her slip her hand into her pocket and pull out a lipstick. She then applied more to her lips, tinting them too red while winking at me. When she was already satisfied, she placed it back into her pocket before she cupped my jaw again and began kissing me everywhere on my face. This time, her lips lingered on my skin, and with how red they were, I was sure I’d have very vivid lipstick stains, but I didn’t mind. She could stain my face with her makeup or with her pussy juice, and I would still gladly show them off for display.

How I wish Leila would forgive me. “It’s nothing,” I mutter with a small smile, then point at the second lipstick. “Let’s try this one.” Lia sighs but picks it up and carefully applies the shade to my lips. She leans back, eyes bright. “Wow. Gorgeous. That one was made for you.” I press my lips together, staring at the reflection. Yeah. It does suit me. “Lia,” I whisper, lowering my gaze. “Yes?” She leans closer, suddenly serious. “You don’t like it?”

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

The question wasn't really a question at all, it was a statement of fact. Lexi blinked and shook her head, letting out a dramatic sigh that was clearly for show. "Of course not. Who am I to stand in the way of true, chaotic lust?" She waved a hand dismissively, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just that I don't exactly appreciate you kissing off the lipstick I spent fifteen minutes perfecting." She pointed an accusatory finger at Jaxx. "That poor thing didn't even last thirty minutes on her face, Jaxx. You're a menace to my artistry."

Then she parts her lips and slides the bold color against her soft skin. I watch, feeling a sudden and intense hatred for whoever she’s putting it on for. Probably some fucking artist from Atlanta. Someone who wears cardigans and doesn’t give a shit about his day job and would never dream of coercing a young female employee desperate to keep her job into an off-the-books project. Nicole snaps her compact close and gives me a weird look. “You’re growling.” I grunt. She takes a tissue from the box on my desk, blots her lipstick, and lets it flutter to the ground.

With each sway of her hips and flick of her leg, she made sure to draw attention to the most suggestive angles, flaunting herself in front of both Kenny and Paige. From the control booth, I had been waiting for this moment. I inserted the USB drive and double-clicked the file, revealing an unedited, scandalous video on the large screen behind the stage. To enhance the shock, I muted the video's audio, leaving the lively Latin dance music to continue playing. When Paige saw the explicit scenes on screen, her expression shifted from calm to trembling fury. Lindsey, oblivious to the video playing behind her, mistook Paige's reaction for embarrassment at her mesmerizing dance.

Past two guys who definitely try to make eye contact but I'm moving too fast. Inside, it's quieter. The bass is still there but muffled. Like hearing music underwater. I lock myself in a stall. Lean against the door. Close my eyes. What am I doing here? I take a breath. Then another. The air smells like perfume and hand sanitizer and something sweet that's probably vape residue. It's a lie. But it's a convincing one. I fix my lipstick. Sophie's lipstick, actually. Some expensive French brand that costs more than my grocery bill. The color is darker than I would usually wear. More dramatic.

Suddenly, a pair of beautiful lips with no lipstick applied flashed through his mind. Those rosy pink lips had a natural appearance, and he felt it was the most suitable color. “Wipe it off,” said Lucas. “Huh?” His words were so sudden that Aria failed to react in time. “I said, wipe off your lipstick.”

It’s streaked down my stomach, pooled in my navel, splattered across my inner thighs like obscene artwork. My face is a mess— mascara tracks from tears of overstimulation, lipstick smeared into a whore’s blush, globs of cum drying on my cheeks, chin, and in my tangled hair. My pussy is swollen beyond recognition— lips puffy and red, glistening with a mix of everyone’s fluids leaking slowly out of me. My asshole twitches every few seconds, still remembering how it was stretched,

The MC, as usual, read out the ID and expressed gratitude for the gifts. Lani continued as if nothing happened, swatching the lip tint on her lips. However, perhaps the recent incident had distracted her, as she accidentally dropped the lip tint onto the floor. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, apologizing to the MC for her carelessness. The MC smiled and handed Lani another lip tint in the same shade. Lani thought the matter would end there, but then she heard the excited voice of the MC beside her. "Thank you to the ID 'Sorry Lani' for ordering 100 lipsticks in shade 104, the color Lani is currently wearing."