Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

Makeup is not a mask. Makeup is art. Makeup is Passion. Makeup is an expression. I found the quote to be true when my eyes fell on the mirror, and I gawked at the girl staring back. Her hair was swept up in a messy ballerina bun with curls falling around her round face, and her makeup was immaculately perfect. Smokey eyeshadow under freshly waxed eyebrows, made the baby blue in her eyes pop like a blue lagoon in a dark cave, and light pink lipstick adorned her lips in complement to the blush on her cheeks.

She let out a moan. “ Fuck me, Marcus, “ she muttered, but this time, with her voice cracked. Her hands on my chest and my body and hers dancing to the rhythm of the music playing in our heads. This felt good. And now, I was cumming. My pace increased. The sound of her moans increased also, and I didn't stop until I was there. Not yet but soon. Cassie's moans seemed to have turned into a cry, and I couldn't blame her. I was almost too big for a woman like her, but I needed to cum first before any other thing so I faced her, slowing down the pace. I wanted to enjoy the moment; it was more like makeup sex.

“As a final touch, I will put on your makeup so that it matches the clothes you are currently wearing. Then we go on a date and—" The man's eyes turned horror, looked at her in disbelief, pointed at his skirt full of frustration. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Don't tell me you asked me to wear this all day! The skirt is really short, you know!" "Why not? I want to show off my beautiful boyfriend to everyone," her hand moved along the man's neck while licking her lower lip, moving on until it reached Alec's solid butt and squeezed it hard, making the man jump in shock. She took her hands away from Alec's buttocks, began to concentrate on the last touch of magic that she said to Alec earlier—makeup—to ch

I can go for another one. Now I know why people love make-up sex. I don’t let her get up. I keep on thrusting inside her. My girl is such a minx. “Tell me, why are we here in your room and not in mine?” “I want you to move in here from now on. I’ll help you move your things tomorrow. My bed is bigger for the both of us. I don’t fit in yours. My feet are always hanging out of the bed. Plus, I want everyone to know that you are mine. Officially and exclusively.” She peers down at me and smiles while she keeps a steady grating on me.

She pushed herself out of Damien's arms and walked inside the room. Damien followed her and asked, "Where are you going?" Kicking off her shoes, Gretchen looked back over her shoulder. "This is called makeup sex, Damien. You're going to want to get in on this, trust me." Damien wiped his hand across his mouth as he watched Gretchen take off her shirt. He'd expected a lot of things to happen tonight, mostly yelling and possibly objects being thrown at him. This was a surprise and he wasn't sure exactly how to react. Gretchen pulled off her jeans and looked at him then nodded towards the bed. "Let's go."

I came here and fast and before he knew he was unbuttoning his pants and skidding his thick throbbing erection inside me He claimed my lips again and began to pound me against the door My body screamed of pleasure and ecstasy as he bangwdme against thebdoor. It was raw, it was amazing, it was make up sex for lost time. Three weeks or no contact had made both of us ferral and needy for each other's touch. "Ah, yes, yes," he grunted as he continued to thrust, kiss nibble and bite. My sex vibrated and soon I could feel myself climbing to the edge. My climax shattered through me like a tidal wave, and Duncan followed moments later with a deep groan, burying his face in my neck as we clung to eac

) — Fucking in every corner of the house (bar, pool/pool table, bathtub, on top of the washing machine, etc. — Food play (whipped cream, chocolate etc.) — Try edging/orgasm denial. — Exciting quickies. _ Slow morning sex. — Sexting/nudes — Have sex in another city/city/country. — Argument sex. — Makeup sex. The list goes on for pages and pages. * I whistle excitedly. I had no idea she has these freaky ideas stored in her head. I’ve never been the kind to enjoy homework but this is the kind of assignment I can take on. By the time I'm done making these come to life, she'd never think of Elliot ever again!

But then again, I am in a damn sex club. I ignore the moans and screams of pleasure from both women as they are getting railed. Even if they sound fake as fuck. One woman has Roman thrusting in her mouth and Tyler and Karl fucking her in her pussy. The other woman is leaning on all fours as she sucks the other woman’s nipples as Elliott and Scott fuck her in the ass and pussy. Bravo to both of them. Sara is watching Alexei with lust in her eyes, and Colt is watching me. Sara pats the seat next to her. Her long tanned legs crossed. I smirk at her as Alexei and I both walked toward them.

Brian and all the women at the table were attentive and curious. "Well, I should have figured you didn't get all that sexual prowess from the internet," Marla mused. "So, are you seeing someone now? Let me rephrase, how many women are you seeing at the moment?" I was busted. I was also looking down the barrel of 'make-up sex'.

I called my Make up artist who did my make up While doing make up she was intentionally rubbing her breasts on my face she had a seductive smile on her face. Bloody whore always ready to spread their legs for a rich man. All girls are like that only. For money they get ready to spread their legs. Disgusting. "And aren't you the one who loves the place between their legs? You have fucked 500 girls till now so don't pretend like you're a Saint here." My subconscious said and I can't help but agree