Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

His sack couldn't wait to offload. Although short, it was one of the best sex experiences I have had and I have had a lot of sex in my life. I guess what they say about make-up sex is true, especially with someone you love. We just lay there, nude bodies entangled, listening to each other's heartbeat. I didn't jump off the bed to clean up like I usually would, I just wanted the aftercare, I heavily desired it. Moreover I knew that wasn't the end, the night was still early. I looked forward to more action before the day breaks.

Jasper said, being right once again. We packed all the bags into my car and drove back home. Kyra unpacked everything, while I took off my shoes and socks and sat down on the couch. Then she started dinner. Through our bond I felt her getting more and more agitated, but she didn’t say anything. Where was that feisty woman that yelled at me?! Did marking change her? Because I didn’t mind her getting mad sometimes, especially now that we could have make-up sex. “Sex with make-up?”

Clara was watching everything and her excitement was at its peak, there she felt a constant hard"on. When she stopped at another bed with red satin bedspreads, she observed two women pleasuring each other. The two seemed to play with each other; on a table beside the bed, a lit candle was picked up by one of the naked girls. One had not a strand of hair on her head, large breasts that you could tell had silicone, a thin waist, and the black makeup gave her a gothic look, blue eyeshadow on her eyelids, black eyeliner, and lips painted with black lipstick, highlighting the teeth on display in a constant smile of satisfaction. The other, who at the moment was lying down and receiving the candle

I scream his name at the top of my lungs. "Cum for me baby. Cum on daddy's cock." He whispers harshly, his orgasm peeking. I let go and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel his load coat my walls and that adds to the pleasure. He thrusts lightly to ride our highs out and leans over me, panting harshly. "That was--." I say but he cuts in. "Mind-blowing." I giggle and he chuckles. "They say make up sex is the best." I say and he smiles.

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

“Really.” Dominic leaned over her and pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. He lowered his pajama pants just enough to sheath his cock and moved back in behind her. He lifted her one leg and nudged his knee onto the other one. He bit her earlobe and he felt her shudder. “Someone likes make-up sex too,” Dominic said as his hand gripped her breast roughly. He pinched her nipple before moving on to her other breast. She moved her ass backwards and Dominic positioned himself at her entrance. His fingers rubbed over her slit up to her clit and back down again. “You’re always ready for me.”

Our voices pierced the air like banshees, and we hastily closed the distance between us. We embraced each other tightly, jumping up and down like schoolgirls. The intensity of our excitement drew the attention of others. "Girl, you are glowing," she said. "What's the secret? Don't tell me that mad sex makes a girl's skin look this good." "It's a proven fact," I said with a guffaw. "The more, the merrier." She stared at me, amused. "I don't even want to picture the mental image. Sometimes I wonder if you take three of them at once: one in your mouth, one in your pussycat, and the third in your”

Whatever you like and want, baby," Jordan says as she kisses the inside of my thigh. Before slipping out of his pants, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the condom. I wrapped my arms around him as he positioned himself over me. I press my face against his neck and inhale the rugged earthy scent of his skin. My breath tries to catch in my throat as his hips thrust forward. I hiss out the stolen breath as I dig my nails into his back. Nothing can compare to this moment, which I wish could last forever. They say make-up sex is the best sex, and I believe them. Each nerve ending in my body is on fire, and each one is sending a pleasant electric shock to the one next to it. As I help steer

“That sounds promising.” “It is,” she said, blushing a little. “But I’m not jumping in blind. I just… want some good sex to properly get over the ex. Like, mind-blowing, forget-my-name sex. You know?” I laughed. “I know the feeling.” We spent the afternoon doing girly things—face masks, manicures-she painted my nails soft pink, I painted hers black with little silver stars, gossiping about mutual friends, scrolling TikTok, ordering pizza when we got hungry.