Shameless Lip Novels & Stories

I stepped into the one shoulder dress that worked well for my body shape and adjusted my breasts going sans bra due to the sewn-in padding. The dress was a bondage style that accentuated what it shouldn't as I looked like sin. The shoes were so beautiful in a orange and blue pattern and took no time to put them on and fastened them. I got into the bathroom and applied a bit of powder, eye liner, blush and mascara. I put on my favorite clear lip gloss. It was a true optical illusion as it was transparent blue but it made my teeth look whiter. I spritzed on some Valentino Donna Born in Rome fragrance. I pulled my hair out and hit it with some hydrator to call my waves and curls out to play and

They dropped their leather bags onto the wet granite counter, instantly unzipping them with a synchronized click. "I am literally telling you, it is not even a contest," Chloe said, pulling out a sleek, forbidden tube of bright crimson lipstick, completely ignoring the massive ‘No Makeup On School Premises’ sign pasted right next to the mirror. "Liam is the blueprint. He’s like, actual prom king material. Did you see him in his jersey today? The shoulders? I nearly died right there by the trophy case."

It was something else now, something tangled and impossible to name. His cheek still burned from her slap. His lips still throbbed from her kisses and bites. Liam reached for the rearview mirror, wanting only to make sure he did not look ridiculous. Instead, his eyes widened in horror. God. She was right. A bright red lipstick stain remained smeared across his mouth, stark against his tanned masculine skin. “What the hell...” Liam muttered under his breath, quickly rubbing at it with the back of his hand. The stain only spread wider. “Damn it!”

His rough thumb brushed slowly across her lips, the touch light but dangerously intimate, leaving heat in its wake. “Your lipstick’s smudged,” he said casually. “Want to fix it first?” Navia blinked in surprise. “What?” Only then did she realize she’d been biting her lips unconsciously the entire ride over. The pale lipstick she’d applied that morning was now uneven and messy. Embarrassed, she hurriedly wiped it off and reached for her makeup pouch to reapply it. Leonel spoke again from beside her. “Honestly, you look better without lipstick.” Navia rarely wore any to begin with. Her natural lip color already had a soft pink tint, and heavy makeup only overwhelmed her features.

She bit her upper lip, looking sexy as she worked. Finally, Prisha seemed to sense that this was going to happen regardless of what she did. So, she quickly slipped off her shirt and then her pants. She looked absolutely stunning in her underwear. Her breasts looked pert and her stomach looked flat (muscled but not obviously muscled, you know?) her legs looks smooth and her skin was coppery and delicious. She looked nervous still, but I could make out her erection straining against her panties. She wanted it as bad as the rest of us. I thrust my finger hard into my asshole, feeling the pleasure and the pressure, moving my fingers around inside of my bottom. I knew she was watching.

I whispered, the word slipping free as heat flooded me, shame and pleasure tangled so tightly I couldn't pull them apart. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from moaning. It was too embarrassing. But the more I tried to hold it in, the more he teased me. "Do you like this, little wolf?" he asked, his lips brushing hot against my trembling thigh. "Do you want me to keep going?" "F—fuck," I stammered, my voice cracked and broken. Shame burned through me, but the pleasure was stronger, flooding me in unstoppable waves. I tightened helplessly around his fingers, my body begging him wordlessly.

The cracked glass ashtray overflowed with crushed cigarette butts, some smeared with faded red lipstick. Nora was on all fours, knees sunk into the thin cushions that had long lost any shape. Her cheap black lace panties—bought on sale on Shopee—were pulled to the right side, the elastic biting into her thigh flesh. Her raised ass trembled slightly, not from cold but from raw anticipation. Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather.

She smiles, as she moves from between my legs and crawls up beside me on her hands and knees. "Now, it's your turn to get me ready." She smiles, brushing her lips across mine. "Just scoop some of that natural lubricant from my front hole and smear it into my back hole." She laughs, as I sit up and look at her firm round ass. Shelly's skin is already dark, but it seems to blacken even more in the crevice between her bubble-like ass cheeks. Slipping two fingers into her soggy pussy, I pull out a gob of creamy goo and smear it around the ridged edges of her puckered asshole.

he shouted. I chuckled. “I’m so hot,” I groaned. “Stop overreacting. It’s not like you haven’t seen a woman’s boobs all your life.” My entire body was burning up. “You’re really shameless,” he sighed. “To be shameless is to be able to do everything you want. I’ll take that as a compliment.” I opened my heavy-lidded eyes. I was a bit dizzy, but I could still see him perfectly. “What? You’re giving up already?” I watched the way his upper lip curled. “What an easy hundred thousand.”