Upon Her Lips Novels & Stories

I'm left standing so close to her , our fronts touching, her back connected to the wall behind her and she looked bewildered by my accusations, bosomed chest rising and falling roughly with each ragged breathe she sucked in through her gritted teeth. " Go ahead, " My eyes zeroed in on her plump lips , red like the freshly harvested strawberries. "Tell me I'm wrong or that I'm lying." Her lips are moving but no coherent speech is produced from her, too stunned to vocalize any sound, too shocked to think of any refutable claim to what I had just thrown to her.

I looked at her lips when she bit it. "Ow, stop that, you're seducing me." I said with a smile. I touched her lip so she would stop biting into it. I could see her red lips again, darn it! Her lips are addicting! I've kissed many women but I couldn’t get enough with hers. "I thought we were just going to talk? You're really naughty." She said emphatically, but I was just looking at her lips while she was saying that, I love the way her lips move.

Instead, she lay there, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly. Without hesitation, I slammed my lips against hers, claiming her mouth as my own. The kiss was fierce and possessive, a declaration of my dominance over her. I could feel her lips trembling beneath mine, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she seemed to melt into the kiss, her body surrendering to mine.

She smiled in delightness to have such a sight in the morning itself. Getting to his raw appearance without any grooming, is also a blissful thing for her. Slowly gazing down at his lips she took useful amounts of snap of his lips with her eyes. No matter how many times she kisses those stiff lips, yet everytime she sees those lips she only gets more urge to kiss them, lick them suck them. “ staring is creepy '' his deep morning voice came from partying those stuffed lips. She was startled by his tone of voice, as his lips moved in sync breaking her thoughts making her eyes go wide.

I felt i could see her soul just by staring deep into her sky blue eyes, those eyes, oh , those eyes. Her nose was elegantly crafted, straight to the end, My gaze landed on her red moist lips , they were tinted in red and were shaped like a bow, her lips were blooming like the fresh set of flower to grow on a cool weather, her lips sat there elegantly, looking tempting and obviously begging to be kissed, i stared At her lips for a long time and couldn't help but felt a huge urge to kiss the tears away. Despite the lace of tears, she still stood confidently asking a stranger for a night.

He firmly commands again. She gently brushes her lips across his neck until she reaches the indicated spot. His eyes meet hers as she slowly licks his chin, sucking the chocolate that stains his face. She comes dangerously close to his lips, sending shivers on his body. Finally, she turns away when sees that she's followed the order.

I couldn’t help but look at her lips as well. They were plump and beautiful, and they were begging to be kissed, bitten, and sucked on. I just needed to lean in… a little bit more.

When the fuck did she grow up? And in case there was any question, her face was absolutely fucking stunning. Her brown eyes were hooded under thick, dark lashes and her full, pouty lips were just begging to be kissed. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she lost herself to the music. It was almost fucking disturbing how badly I wanted to be the one biting that lip.

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

she said slowly, raising her eyes back up to me. I held her hips, swallowing. “So beautiful how easily that lie rolls off your lips.” “I’m not lying,” she whispered, even as she leaned down, her breath hot on my lips. My hands were stiff on her hips and I didn't know what to do with them. “Uh-huh.” She looked back at my lips. “You have such beautiful lips.” I was more still than a statue now. “Do I now?” She continued to lean down, slowly, as if giving me time to catch up on what she was about to do.