Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

She clicked a picture and turned it to me. “Tell me! How was your makeup sex?" Madison was all over gushing and drooling. I stared at the screen and my eyes couldn't believe it. I felt really embarrassed and dashed into the bathroom. I tried washing it off but it wasn't coming off. “Aghhhhh'' I yelled.

“Sometimes desperation can fuel a good sex.” “Right. So does makeup sex. Just fuck me already, Mad. I haven’t had you for—” “Twenty fucking days, I know. That’s why I’m taking this moment, cherishing, soaking up the feeling of being inside you.” Deliberately, I entered her slowly, watching her face as pleasure overtook her. She threw her head back, biting her bottom lip. “Is it good?” I knew it was. I felt every inch of my cock sliding inside her hot, tight pussy. It felt incredible as she gripped me like a vise.

Every thrust made my cunt cream more. Our skin collided against one another. Every thrust felt like a wonderful rhythm. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against my dripping pussy filled the room. The burn was delicious, turning quickly into overwhelming pleasure that made my toes curl and my breath hitch His groans, my moans. Our pleasures fill the room with no care in the world about who can hear us. Sweat slicked our bodies, making our skin glide and stick. I imagined Jake downstairs completely unaware while his father ruined his girlfriend’s cunt on the same bed he slept in. The taboo only made me clench harder around Marcus’s cock.

People who went to work would have returned by then. People start coming for free make-up touches, free samples of simple hair, and samples of nail polish. They were all satisfied with our services. Some bought our mini packages. Some go home and invite other people to the studio. It was fun but stressful. My staff was on each section of the studio, they attended to our guests very kindly, and all the mini packs were sold out within a short period of time. Mom and Dad arrived, and they were so excited at what they saw.

she says and I nod as I bite my nail. “I have never been this horny in my life, I can’t stop having sex, and it can’t be vanilla, tender making love type of sex, I need him to grab me, I need it rough or it won’t do anything for me,” I say and she smiles slightly. “I am so embarrassed,” I say and she shakes her head. “I even create arguments on purpose, because the makeup sex is always rough, and that’s the only way I want it right now. I need him to toss me around and use me,” I say, moving my fingers up, and creating air quotations.

CHAPTER 205 MAKE UP SEX ISLA Growing up, I used to hear when the mean girls in high school and some girls in college frat parties say make up sex is the best and I never believed it was. Ask me for my opinion then, I'll tell you sex with a lot of love is the best one. But now? To fucking hell with love making. After years, I think I know why they say Make up sex is the best. You're angry with them for a long time, during that period, you'll feel your heart longing and your pussy getting wet at the thought of them, but you'd be unable to reach them. So you'd be forced to kill the urge and keep up with your anger.

He started pumping his fist over my dick and I looked to see his at full mast. Our eyes met and he grinned, "Guys, thanks for inviting me to make-up sex." "Honey, this's just plain sex...the make-up sex is past," she giggled. I pushed my fingers inside her; her pussy felt like it was on fire, but I took my time...we had all night. I pumped her pussy and worked her clit, till she was wet...and begging for cock. While I lubed myself, she was captivated with the scene, (but so was Darin). She moaned, as I spread her legs and eased inside. "Oh god...oh god...yeah...yeah...yeah...push...push it in me...that's it...that's what I need...ahhhh god...Rob...Rob!"

He asked, recovering from his laughter. “I don't know. She just left.” "We're going to get her back. Trust me when I say makeup sex hits harder when she's been playing mad the whole time.” Makeup sex. Doesn’t that only count after we’ve had actual sex?” Fanculo —Fuck “The Rave. Check the list and tell me if you find her name," I said. “Why? You're hoping she'll turn up with someone else.” “Not exactly, but if there's a chance. I'll not let it happen.”

Then I start thinking about makeup. Do I want “girl next door” makeup? Or maybe “girls’ night out” makeup? Date night makeup? Party makeup? Hmm. Let’s see. What’s going to make him mad? What’s going to get to him? And that’s when it hits me. Yeah. I’m going to strip club makeup. Or sex worker makeup. Something extra sexy. So....sexy. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Angela steps in, her eyes landing on me.

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. '