Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

After a fight over risks, makeup sex was tender yet intense—slow missionary, eyes locked, confessions whispered. 'I love you,' she said as he came inside her. 'Love you too,' he replied. Their world shifted. No more hiding. But the fire? It raged on. '

At least the three way makeup sex can unite them again. Aiden made a stop in front of brothel and went inside. He'd have called Lisa but damn the girl is becoming an ass and of course he can’t call Kate. No. He can’t call her at all. She’s not to indulge in their makeup sex. Aiden walked into the brothel, the whores by the entrance noticed him on sight. Their favorite pornstar and instantly they wanted nothing but to serve him. They spilled their breasts to Aiden, smiling. Some touched his bulge, marveling at the hardness and hugeness of it.

I started laughing as he embraced me. I got to admit it was definitely amazing. No wonder some people put mirror on their bedroom ceiling. It was a different sensation to be able to watch yourself get lost in passion and desire. It was like watching live porn while actually having sex. It may seem creepy and disgusting for some but for me it added a different sensation and turned me on more. It made me want more. "Sweetheart, please don't break up with me again." "Why not?" I smirked at him. "You just said that we had the best make up sex ever." I teased.

“You’re a fuck-girlfriend, a fuck-partner…” She smiled and stood on her toes. “Kiss me already.” “Oh, I will not only kiss you, Miss Brooks. I heard somewhere that make-up sex is pretty hot.” I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her neck, making her squeal with giggles. I will do anything to keep you safe, Melissa. Anything…

Chapter 81 Valerie Will ~•~ “Do you want to sleep?” Jamal whispered in my ear as he traced his fingers through my bare skin. “Sleep? After that? Not a chance.” I don’t know what just happened, but I wanted it to happen again. Immediately. When Jamal told me he wanted to talk about something urgent, I didn’t know he meant getting intimate with me. Makeup sex was the best kind of intimacy. “You want another round?” He teased, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder as he pulled me closer.

“You're both crazy over each other. If he shows it to other people who are billionaires, then that’s gross. Jeffrey Epstein is kind of gross. So just make up already. Make-up sex is great by the way, especially when you’re still angry.” We stared at her in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done it before?” She stared back at us. “The rougher it is—” “Will you shut up?” Robyn was more embarrassed than angry at her best friend. She was blushing. “Hey.” Piper pointed at me. “I’m not mad at you. We all have kinks.” “God, Piper. You’re crazy when you’re drunk. Get back in bed. Just let me get you water.”

Oh-em-gee, it felt so, so good. Sabrina moaned and fell back, knocking lip stain, mascara, eye liner and pretty much her entire makeup kit off the counter. Her head knocked the mirror adding to the clatter of scattered toiletries. She crossed her ankles behind his back and when he withdrew, she pulled in order to add force to his next thrust. One thrust and she was already close. "I'm pretty sure they sex you up and leave you that way."

Matte compact powders from Celestia Veil. And not just one of each. Five sets. One full set for each of those girls. Everything they would need to feel pretty. To feel seen. To feel like they mattered. I hugged the box close for a moment, then looked at Sera, my eyes slightly glassy. “They’re going to love this so much.” I was still looking at the makeup with a warm heart when Sera let out a soft laugh beside me. Her eyes sparkled a little, and she spoke quietly, like she wasn’t sure if she was even allowed to ask.

"Ah, baby, come on. I'm teasing. You know I find you hot and sexy, and I value you. I wouldn't damage the life that we have created together. Come on, Hailey. Kiss me, kiss me like you mean it." The sex is fantastic! Make-up sex is even better. It's incredibly gratifying what he does for me. Everything is forgotten when we engage in what is amazingly enjoyable sex. I can't explain it to anyone. A person would have to experience it! I feel more loved by Rome during make-up sex than at any other time. All I know is that our love will survive anything after he makes love to me like that. At least that's what I tell myself.

I heard his brief chuckle and kissed my neck; I comfortably sat on the sofa and let him do the job. This exclusive bar was made for this, making out and sex; I saw most couples grinding like beasts, half-naked women, and fully clothed men with their zipper down and shaft shown. I saw Beatrice, one of my packmates, doing a threesome; I’m so proud; I taught her well, and those two fuckers were enjoying her so much.