Novel & Cerita Makeup Sex

The density of the cum had me twerking and pushing into Greg. “Nick…” Yeah, it is going as planned. I wanted Greg to sprout at the same time as me. I wanted our make-up sex to start and finish at the same time. And it did. Greg screeched and stoned behind as he emptied his juice inside me while I exploded on our bed space. “Fuvk me!” I exclaimed when I saw the mess I made. “Again?” “Fuvk, no!” My response came instant and protective, and Greg couldn’t help but laugh at my fear.

Our voices pierced the air like banshees, and we hastily closed the distance between us. We embraced each other tightly, jumping up and down like schoolgirls. The intensity of our excitement drew the attention of others. "Girl, you are glowing," she said. "What's the secret? Don't tell me that mad sex makes a girl's skin look this good." "It's a proven fact," I said with a guffaw. "The more, the merrier." She stared at me, amused. "I don't even want to picture the mental image. Sometimes I wonder if you take three of them at once: one in your mouth, one in your pussycat, and the third in your”

Every micro expression mattered. “What kind of things?” she asked carefully. I swallowed. “Feelings. Moments. Things that do not make sense.” “Like what?” I hesitated. “Like… like I was addicted to sex.” Her eyes widened. “Stella.” “I do not mean… I mean like it was something I did often. Something I wanted a lot. Something I could not stop.” I rubbed my temples. “I feel like I lived that life. Like it was normal. Like I chose it.”

“It's medically okay to have sex with women in their period, but only with condoms to prevent any sort of STIs.” Her face softened and she flashed me a disarming smile. “I feel so desired by that idea, you know.” She pulled down my pants and reached for the condoms. Even though I had just talked myself out of this danger, my body still trembled at the thought of the grave mistake I had made with Olivia. Beatrice pushed her weight on me and started to kiss me all over my face. Like a prisoner taking an order from the warden, the sex felt like obligatory labour.

Kissing me and wrecking my perfectly combed hair by running her fingers through it. It's just as I thought, I had created a sex monster whom I cannot control. “Ruby what are you doing?” Both of us breathing high, I tried to talk with her lips on mine but she wasn’t letting me. “Make up sex is a thing right? We argued and we made up so now we have to carry out the final step in couple reconciliation.” “The final step is having sex in a hospital storage room?” “You can stop me if you don’t want it.” “The fact that you aren’t stopping me could only mean that you’re enjoying it.”

He pulled it up, bunching it by my waist as he traced his finger on my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I pulled him closer to me, his groin attaching to mine. He started to move in a rhythm, rubbing his hardness on my clothed pussy. I was already dripping by then and I was certain it was going to create a wet patch on Maxim’s pants. However, I didn’t care as I moved accordingly, loving the friction he was creating. They said makeup sex was the best. I guess we were about to find out.

Whatever wood he had used for it was definitely worth the buck. Maybe it was my already amped-up arousal from thinking about being with him all morning. Maybe it was the thrill of sex in a semi-public space. Maybe it was the two-week drought. Or maybe this was what make-up sex was all about. I wasn't sure the reason why, but it didn't take long at all before I was seeing stars and he was groaning his release. He kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, his thrusts slowing as he came down. His kisses softened as he stilled, but he kept me pinned to the door.

I gave her a couple of seconds and kissed her again. We were a river of fluids; my pre-cum had wet her thighs, but this was different and so intense that no one seemed to mind. My friend was yelling at me that it was time and I wasted no time penetrating Chelsea with a single thrust. His hands traveled to my back and her nails dug in so deep, she burned, but for some reason it turned me on more. It was a kind of desperate, angry sex, mixed with desire. I never had that kind of sex before. So this was the famous make-up sex.

"Ok da. I will surely avoid these kinds of situations henceforth. I promise. It's not my fault. They just stick to me. Even today, she asked me for a dance. She turned the dance into something else that we end up in a room with." "Put a strong mask on your face, like you do in our office, around these girls. We have thousands of girls working in our office. None of them have that courage to even see you in the eye. You let these models and heroines flirt with you. You are allowing them. Sex is not just fucking, Yadav, It's called love making. These sex partners won’t give you what you should actually feel in making love."

If I wanted to end our arrangement after we had sex, I might as well get the best of it; all of him. Without warning, Damon thrust into my open and awaiting mouth, reaching the back of my throat at once. I choked, not used to my mouth feeling this full. He stayed still for a couple of seconds before he grabbed the back of my hair, keeping me still as he started to fuck my face. I had worn makeup today and I began to think it was a bad idea when tears rolled down my eyes, ruining it. Spit and slobber covered his dick, rolling down to my chest but I didn’t try to stop him. This was what I wanted. This was exactly what I wanted.