Vicious Lips Movie Novels & Stories

“What does that even mean?” Liana stood up from her bed and came to sit next to me. She hugged me in a tight embrace as she said quietly. “Whatever he said, we will get through it.” “He even ruined my beautiful skin.” I said this time unable to stop my tears from falling. “I don’t know how I managed to trust him before. He’s ...malicious. When he called me to their side his eyes were filled with a tenderness that I’ve never seen, but when he came to see me where they locked me in he was a different kind of person.” I said wiping my tears off again.

Vittoria closed her eyes, his body igniting an instant flame inside her—an insatiable desire that always felt endless, as if she were doomed to want him more every time. 'Damn body, always betraying me,' Vittoria thought, biting her lip in silent surrender, turning to him with a knowing smile that betrayed how lost she already was in that fire. “Hey, what's that?” she asked, sliding her fingers across the corner of his lip. “Looks like I got a little too excited.” She added, laughing softly when she noticed the slight bruise. Vincenzo shot a brief look at the mirror, noticing the subtle mark darkening at the edge of his lip.

When I move back up to meet her gaze, her eyes are shut, lips parted as harsh breaths escape them. She is perfect this way—vulnerable and feeble, thanks to my tongue. “Do you plan to kill me this way?” she whispers, lips lifting in a half-smile. I chuckle. “Death by orgasm,” I say, kissing her again because her lips are soft, and I love sucking on them. Without delay, I thrust into her warmth and fucked her. “Ahhhh… fuck me..” “Oh shit! Shit! Hmmm..” Slap slap slap*

And the lipstick, matte, specifically matte, chosen over every gloss option in the case for a reason I have not said aloud to anyone in this room. There will be a kiss. In front of hundreds of people, at some point during the ceremony, there will be a brief and public and entirely performative kiss, and I am, in every meaningful romantic sense, still entirely a virgin in that department, and the thought of leaving a gloss print on Dorian Valenti's mouth in front of two hundred witnesses is the specific form of mortification that kept me awake until two in the morning on Thursday. Matte leaves nothing. Matte is practical. Matte is the choice of someone who has thought this through.

Two thick fingers traced her wet pussy lips before sinking inside her. She gasped softly against his mouth. On screen, the movie’s opening scene bathed the theater in bright white light for a moment, illuminating them. Sophia froze mid-stroke, heart hammering, but the light faded again into moody shadows. “Careful,” Liam teased, curling his fingers deeper. “Someone might see what a slut you are for me.” The movie’s soundtrack swelled,, dark, sensual music mixed with heavy breathing and whispered dialogue. Sophia spread her legs wider, riding his fingers while continuing to pump his cock. Pre-cum leaked over her knuckles, making the glide smoother.

Sophia moaned softly into his mouth, kissing him back passionately, their tongues exchanging and swapping Victor’s heavy load back and forth. Victor smoked his cigar slowly, eyes fixed on them with burning intensity. The sight of his nephew licking his cum from Sophia’s face and sharing it with her in deep, sloppy kisses sent fresh heat surging through him. His gaze drifted lower, lingering hungrily on Ryan’s exposed ass as the younger man bent over Sophia, cheeks spread slightly in that vulnerable position.

I slowly leaned in, my lips pulling toward hers as though by magnetic force. I leaned in, brushing my lips across Visha's; an electric shock coursing through my body with her touch ignited my very soul. Visha's lips were soft, yielding, and inviting. I was melting into the kiss. Our lips moved in synchrony, deepening the kiss, pouring out all our emotions and desires. I could feel Visha's heartbeat alongside mine; love and desire filled the space between us.

“Frank will kill you for this.” The other one grabbed my chin and forced me to look at his stony face. “From what I saw, Frank couldn’t give two shits about you, doll.” I forced myself to sneer at him. “Really? How sure are you?” I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes, and I continued. “He wants me for himself. Didn’t you get that?” Fleshly Lips’ free hand wandered underneath my dress and groped my butt. “I don’t think he’d mind us having a taste.” His labored breath fanned my cheek. Oh, God, I’m going to throw up!

I started biting my lips as seductively as I could, running my tongue along the contours of my lips, leaving them moist and glossy. "I still have the taste of your cock in my mouth," I said in a whisper, looking directly into the camera. "Had I known you had such a tasty cock, I would have long ago come to visit Venezuela," winking and biting my lower lip one last time, cutting the video that lasted less than 1 minute.

Victor looked powerful and dangerous in a black shirt and slacks, his eyes immediately locking onto my exposed cunt. “Fuck, Lila,” he growled, voice echoing slightly in the empty auditorium. “You’re sitting on your professor’s desk with your legs open like a campus whore.” He crossed the space in long strides, grabbed my thighs, and yanked me forward. His mouth crashed against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss while his fingers found my soaked folds. He plunged two thick fingers inside me immediately, pumping hard, curling against my G-spot. “Listen to how fucking sloppy you are,” he taunted between kisses. The wet squelching filled the large room. “This cunt has been aching for Daddy’s cock a