Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

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

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'.

Thank God. I lift her and carry her to the bed, swipe aside the bouquet and just have what I consider one of the best make up sex I have ever had. I kiss her and she kisses me back. I touch her gently, lick her, bite her. But is it a make up kind of sex? What's there to fix? We're just two strangers, two acquaintances. Maybe it's a celebration for the third chance she gives to me? Whatever the reason is, I couldn't be more thankful for it.

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

"You know what we haven't done yet? Makeup sex. I mean, I've never had it, and neither have you, so we're both makeup sex virgins. And right now, we have an empty house. And my bed." Quinn lifted one eyebrow. "I'm still a little mad at you." I snaked a hand up to cup her tit. "I can work with that. I'm willing to do anything to make you feel better. Think, like, multiple orgasms." Her cheeks flushed and she rolled her eyes, but I knew I had her. "Well, I guess it would be mean-spirited of me not to give you a fighting chance to make it up to me, hmmmm?"

I chuckled, "Me too." He started kissing lower, until he had one of my legs over his shoulder and was licking my core until I almost couldn't stand. Before I knew it, I was coming so hard, I was seeing stars. I rode the waves of my orgasm until they were done, and I sat him on the bench in the shower. I straddled him and started riding him hard and fast until we were both screaming each other’s names and we collapsed into an exhausted heap in the shower. He purred, "Damn I love makeup sex. We don't fight nearly enough." I laughed, "I would rather not fight at all. You can have sex any time you want it. All you have to do is let me know." He smiled, "I know. I

“I never thought I would see the day when a woman could make you so miserable. This is a big day, my friend. A day we should celebrate. There are going to be many more days like this. You’ll get used to it. And then, you’ll go home and get to makeup with the woman who has made you so damn miserable.” I shook my head. I doubted there would be any makeup sex in my future. This wasn’t the typical relationship and our fight was far more serious than arguing over my leaving the toilet seat up.

She moved her canines out of my neck and kissed me with immeasurable passion, love, and lust. I knew I didn't deserve her, but I was lucky enough that the goddess paired me with her. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her exposed chest over mine. We stayed like that for a while; she wrapped around my body, my exhausted dick still buried inside her, the rhythm of our heartbeats the only sound present. At that moment, nothing else mattered; at that moment, I was at the gates of heaven. She moved from my chest and then giggled… “So this is why they say that make-up sex is the best…” A hearty laugh left my chest. She had a weird timing for her funny comments, which, by the way, I loved.