Manga Lips Novels & Stories

Jaja's lips are like vanilla-flavored butter, creamy and decadent, sending a shiver dancing up my spine. As our tongues meet, they begin a sugary-sweet dance-off, twisting and twirling together in a tantalizing tango. The taste is pure ecstasy, like discovering a long-lost ice cream flavor that you never knew existed. When we finally break the kiss, our chests heave in unison, like a pair of overworked bellows. Jaja's cheeks are flushed a delicate shade of pink, her plump lips glistening with moisture. She bites her lower lip seductively, her brown eyes locked on mine, as if daring me to continue this delicious dance.

Marge opened her mouth, and engulfed as much of the fat, brown pussy-lips as she could. She gently rocked her head back and forth while sucking and exploring every curve and crevice of her first pussy with her tongue. She then lifted her face a fraction, and extended her tongue. She slid it from the rim of the beautiful island girl's tiny asshole up along the cleft of her closed pussy-lips until she flicked its tip around the little dimple where the lips ended at the exotic woman's wonderfully bulging vulva.

That’s not the way I wanted to moan in Maya’s presence. The girl in question immediately turned to me and looked at me with her frown, the glass she took stood in mid-air near, those fleshy lips that evening she had decided to cover with bright red lipstick. I was wondering what it would feel like to push my cock into those beautiful lips. \"Are you okay?\" she asked me to see me squint my sore eyes. Now my thoughts turned to her lips and the way they could wrap and caress me, how she could lick me with her soft and hot tongue.

I'm just not sure what that statement actually is. He allows my appraisal and I still don't get a smile or even a leer that says, I know you like what you see. My gaze moves to his lips. They're full and lush-totally kissable lips, and there's not a woman alive who wouldn't want those lips on her. A small scar about a half-inch long is at the corner of his lower lip. It does nothing to diminish his attractiveness. It actually does the opposite and adds a dangerous, bad boy, all-man quality.

At first, it was the shock of it which changed without warning to a painful burn converting such an intimate moment into a kiss of death. My hands touched my peppery, swollen crimson-red lips. They were so big, like I'd gotten liposuction and required healing. Stick them with a needle and they might pop like a balloon. My splotchy cheeks shriveled like a raisin. Shit! The sacred stone did not rectify the issues with our mate bond.

Strangled sounds escape my lips as I try to tell him how he makes me feel. I finally open my mouth and start talking but he shuts me by smashing his lips against mine, almost like he was trying to flatten or destroy my lips. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks and I grip his head firmly as if trying to keep him from escaping. He works his mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

“How terrible do I look right now? And please tell me my breath still doesn’t smell like, you know what.” Maize laughed as she pulled me tighter. “You look absolutely incredible, as always, and your breath smells like minty freshness. But, just to be save, here.” She pulled out some gloss and, while I was hidden in front of her, applied some to my lips. “Perfect, now your hot lips are primed and ready for some kissing.”

butted Vincent appearing too casual for my liking. I played along instead and gave him a refreshed smile. “Why thank you Mr. VP.” “By the way Prez, what’s that oily thing in the corner of your lips?” Karl, in his innocent self, asked suddenly. He looked so curious, staring at my mouth without blinking. It was not only him though, Vincent and Rohan were too. “Lip balm, ” I replied quickly, my heartbeat leaped altogether when I trained my eyes on Daniella’s lips that had a pink dull shimmer.

we are all pawns in his game. He met my gaze, and his lips curled up in a cold, humourless smile, but his eyes.... his eyes lit up with something else. Something that was deathly close to the thin line between pure hatred and unfiltered desire.

She tasted just as he had imagined and he knew he would not be able to get enough of this lips, not in this lifetime. As his tongue explored her mouth, guiding her into a wet and passionate kiss, his spare hand slipped into her shirt from the half unbuttoned shirt, trailing her soft skin upwards until he felt that tender mound. And then... "OMG!"