Pouty Looks Novels & Stories

There's a reason why I called her this morning. Peyton, who still has her eyes on her toes, currently looks like a kid who just saw a ghost, and I raise my fisted hand up to my mouth and bite into it as I watch her. Although it has never crossed my mind to take a good look at her, but now I have and I can see that she's quite pretty. Blonde hair, plump lips with the shade of a pink lipgloss, although I can tell she's not wearing one. She's bitten on her bottom lip, pushed them into her mouth to run her tongue over them, but they're still the same.

It always made me feel smug when his gaze never moved from my own. Caroline wore a short rose colored dress with matching lipstick. Her long sandy blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. "Aren't you going to tell me I clean up nice?" She pouted at me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "You already know you look good." Her pout morphed into a smirk, "You're right. I look awesome." I raised my eyebrow at her, "Are you ready to go? Or do you want to stay here and look in the mirror all night?"

I asked the puppy. I look up as I noticed a presence in front of me. My eyes stare at a beautiful little thing, she stood there, she looks like she's lost in my features. I wonder who she was. I look her up and down. She's beautiful, her straight brow hair that stops below her back, she has grey eyes and long lashes, I look down at her curves, figure eight I would say, she has the boob and ass I like, she was wearing a blue jean skirt and black hoodie and a black boots. Cute. I decided to clear my throat because it seems her mind isn't here. "You must be.......?"

“Like usual you make it sound like I’m walking a runway.” “Darling, life is a runway, so you've got to walk that walk, slay that slay and Kill with the look,” Pierre declared dramatically, pulling her toward the vanity. “Now, eat, have that breakfast and let's start." Reluctantly, few minutes later Calla sat Infront of the mirror, Pierre wasted no time. He curled her hair in soft waves, giving it volume that screamed authority. He outlined her lips in a bold red, shaped her brows sharp enough to cut glass, and kept her eyes smoldering but not overwhelming. The look was both daring and commanding, exactly as he promised.

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I looked at it and smiled when I saw his picture. "He's very handsome. A few strands of his blonde hair fell on his face. He has captivating light brown eyes, and his skin is so flawless that you can't see any purse. His lips are thin and pink, so soft just by looking at them, and he has a piercing on his ears, two on the right and one on the left. He has a very charismatic feature and is very appealing. Sighed, I hope he won't kill me if ever we cross paths again.

The problem is also that I'm a goddamn bastard as I can't look away from the perfect picture. Persephone's pussy is exquisite and impeccable, completely smooth and without hair, her lips are very plump and fleshy, the labia minora are pink and the tip of the clitoris stands out between the labia majora because she is so excited. I could clearly see the cum oozing from the entrance to her vagina and it is obvious to me that she spread some of the lubrication over her pussy making the photo even more erotic. Is she masturbating now? At this very moment?

But seeing her, nothing came out of my damn mouth. How can a woman look so beautiful after shower? She has moon shadow-black wet hair, flowing over her shoulders, has a carved figure which was twine-thin. Her waist looks tapered in the bathrobe and has a pair of arched eyebrows, sweeping eyelashes. A few droplets of water were glittering like pearls on her smooth skin, My lips parted as her enticing, constellation-blue puffy eyes gazed at me over her pinkish heart-shaped lips. She is breathtakingly beautiful. But... wait... why are her eyes puffy and red? Did she cry?

“Look! Anki!” Ankita turned and her eyes popped. “What the fuck...?” Punit fidgeted on the spot as she took a good look at him from head to toe. “If it sucks, I can change,” he offered while tugging the dress over his exposed thigh. “Hell, no! You look... you look... gorgeous!” She chuckled.

Is it bigger? Her lips are painted a glossy rust colour that matches her pants. She now looks up and smiles at me, blushing coyly as she averts her gaze. “I’m ready,” she says, looking down as she tugs at her sleeves, clasping her hands in front of her, which only squeezes her breasts together fucking temptingly.