Makeup Sex Novels & Stories

The two proceeded to delve into their various sexual experiences to equip me with pro sex tips. "Lube is your best friend." "Don't bother with flavored condoms." "Pierced nipples are more sensitive. So are pierced clits—just saying." "Make a lot of eye contact." "Just remember, practice makes perfect." It was mostly silly things but we entertained ourselves for what felt like hours. There was something liberating about sex and talking so freely about it. I admired more girls for their bravery in navigating the sex world. If not for Marshall, I'd have very little interest in having any random cock stamp on my v-card.

Fuck my life. We'd been having incredible makeup sex for hours, transitioning from Sawyer's roomy shower stall, to every suitable space in the apartment until we eventually wound up tumbling about in her bed. Without so much as a warning, Sawyer feverishly resumed rubbing her tight little pussy against mine. My legs quaked, struggling weakly to escape, but she gave no such chance. I could hear the creaking of the bed frame increase—confirming our perfect rhythm. "You don't want me to stop again...do you, Kaitlyn baby?" Sawyer rasped affectionately as my eyes rolled to the back of my head in ecstasy.

Not men. “I see.” I spill, my eyes darting back and forth on the stage and to the people getting individual services around me. “Ahhh, that’s perfect…” A woman squeals beside us and I throw my gaze in the direction of the sound and watch what is transpiring. Like I always say, Sex Dungeon is where people live their fantasies, what they can’t live out in the real world. Here you see people exhibiting different attitudes. Loving different things. The woman I’m looking at now is no different. From the looks of it, she loves ‘Cum play. The Male actor before her is ejaculating all over the woman’s face, making her squeal as he runs the jizz all over her face.

She added the last part like an afterthought. “I think you should go for sexy too,” ~~~ chipped in looking up from her phone. “so he’s gonna want to eat you instead of dinner.” Kelsey's cheeks heated up at the thought. She pushed the thought away from her mind quickly, she can’t be having nasty thoughts like that, especially around werewolves who can smell your arousal a mile away. Think unsexy thoughts Think unsexy thoughts “We’ll see.” The make-up artist started unboxing all her equipment. She skimmed through all the brushes over and over to confirm that they’re complete on arrival so there won’t be any conflict when she’s about to leave.

I barely had time to catch my breath before they started rearranging me like the living sex doll I had become. Lucas pulled his thick cock out of my dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving me clenching around nothing and whimpering for more. Noah stepped back, his long dick glistening with my throat slime. I was on all fours on the carpet now, ass up, back arched, tits hanging heavily and swaying with every panting breath. My makeup was completely ruined—mascara running in black rivers down my cheeks, glossy lips swollen and shiny with spit and precum.

I knew that wasn't what she meant but I said that to make her stop talking about when I was going to return to the villa. "I know what you are trying to do, putting up a sad face won't make me stop talking. After the make-up sex couples are supposed to make up not keep fighting after banging each other," she sighed. "Can you stop saying crazy things? And that makeup whatever. Whatever happened yesterday wasn't supposed to happen. He seduced me...." "But you enjoyed it, you could have said no," she interrupted not letting me finish. "But you didn't, I'm sure you moaned his name all through the night as you guys made love, right?" She continued with a dirty smile playing on her lips.

Verena People on the internet said makeup sex was the best form of sex. But, doesn’t it usually last only once? For days now, Daxton and I have been fucking more than we usually do. While I blamed it on our high libidos, Daxton just worded it as makeup sex. If it weren't for my inability to conceive anymore, I would definitely be knocked up by now with the way we have been having raw, intense, and unprotected sex like wild animals.

He took me to his lake house. We placed our bags in the room and without a warning, he crashed his lips against mine. We removed our clothes and he pinned me down on the bed. How much I've missed this. He slid inside me and thrusted me with so much passion, he got really excited that he sink his fangs on my neck. He made me feel pleasure. We reached our peak and exploded together. "Makeup sex is the best." He said while rolling to his side of the bed and pulled me closer.

I remained glued to the deck for a while, trying to get myself together as the orgasm had shaken me to my core. I turned to look at him, and he was laughing. I kissed him as he did, and he grabbed my butt. “Make-up sex is good.” He chuckled. “I've not been able to get the mirror sex off my mind.” “By the time I'm done with you, you'll not be able to think of anything that isn't me,” Kieran said, and I giggled. “You talk like I can do anything now.” We laughed, and got out of the pool.

"I don't know that I want you poking around down there." "Mmhm." Mateo shrugged his shirt off and started on his pants, his belt hissing as it slid out of the pants loops, then clunking when it hit the cement patio. "Maybe we should just talk. A really, really long time." I feigned wide-eyed innocence. "Mmhm," Mateo said again. The fly of his pants zipped open. I tapped my chin with my finger. "I don't know if it's healthy to have make-up sex so soon after fighting."