Novel & Cerita Red Lipstick Kisses

"Yes! I just missed them so much" she said excitedly Ryan smiled and placed his hand on her waist "What's with the lipstick?" he asked staring at her lips... he loved the color on her lips, he really liked the way her lips looked... She blushed and put her finger on her lips "Oh this, it's nothing..." she chuckled nervously "It looks good on you, come on,but I think it would look even better on me" Ryan smirked brushing his lips to hers, She smiled shyly and closed her eyes slowly as his tongue traced her bottom lip gently

Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal." I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still. She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger. "Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear." Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them. "Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

She smiles at me with that sexy grin, and then I watch as her fingers run up her thigh to the top of the slit. I start to drool and then I stand up and run my hands up her sides before cupping her chin and kissing her hard on the lips. She breaks the kiss and cries out, “I just did my makeup. You are smearing it.” She wipes her lips and then her hand reaches out to mine, before wiping the lipstick stain off them. Smiling, I start to laugh and then state, “I look good in red. It makes me feel pretty.” Before giving me, a prize-winning smile, she giggles and then rolls her eyes. Then she takes my hand, and we walk to the car. She is such an amazing woman, and she is mine. That is all tha

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

She walks to the mirror and takes a closer look at herself. “And,” Riley jumps “Here,” he moves his hand forward, Aiden moves her gaze from his face to his hands with creased brows “It is dusty red shade,” he removes the top of the lipstick “It will look good on you,” he says. A fond smile makes its way on her face, she takes the lipstick from his hand and moves her head nearer to the mirror, she applies it. “Am I romantic?,” he asks with a cheeky grin playing on his face.

She rushed and placed her palms on his bare chest and looked at him with affection. “You can see my feelings for you in my eyes.” Her voice was deep and seductive. He turned his head and exhaled coldly. Scarlette Reddy placed her red lips on his chest and closed her eyes melting in his masculine aroma. “Touch me once. I will prove my deep feelings for you. Let me be yours.” She kept rubbing her lips on his chest and he kept smoking carelessly even if his chest filled with lipstick marks. “Stay away, woman.” He exhaled smoke rings and spoke in his hoarse and terrific voice.

Grabbing his hair, I moved my lips against his before allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. “Now,” I told him. Suddenly, he smacked my ass hard. I flinched and pulled away from the kiss. “Later.” He smirked. I let out an irritated groan and he chuckled lightly. He pressed the pad of his thumb against my red lips before lightly moving across them. He had red lipstick all over his lips, and I chuckled before attempting to wipe it away.

Andrea reached for it slowly, already feeling a knot tighten in her chest. It was a lipstick. She held it up to the light, inspecting it like it might burn her. A glossy shade of red—bolder than anything she owned. The label was smudged but readable. “Crimson Kiss.” Not mine, her thoughts whispered, unblinking. Definitely not mine. Andrea rarely wore lipstick, and when she did, it was always subtle—peach tones, muted pinks, barely-there nudes. She never liked anything loud. Gabriel used to say she didn’t need makeup to look beautiful anyway.

Ivy face turned red with surprise when she suddenly found herself pinned under Damon. "Do you really think I would kiss another woman who isn't you ? " Damon asked and chuckled. "I saw you kiss her with my own eyes!! " She yelled. "What is the colour of my lips doll ? " He asked . "It's light pink, what does that have to do with you kissing another woman ?! " She yelled. "Well if I had really kissed that woman wouldn't my lips be stained with her red lipstick? But my lip is stained with the pink lipstick you used " Damon mumbled.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.