You Got That Red Lip Classic の小説・ストーリー

She has light make up on her face but it didn't change her outlook that has Hispanic touch. "Whom I owed this privilege of you asking me to meet with?" He asked after a while. Her lips curved into a smirk and just by looking at it, he could not looked away his eyes from it. He remembered how she bit his lips that night. And now, by just a glance on it, he suddenly felt the urge to get revenge. "My lipstick shade is flaming red. You can buy it in Paris." She said. From her lips, his gaze travels up to her eyes.

There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below. I took my mirror out of my bag and looked at my face to see if the liptint had been erased from my lip. When I noticed it was already erased, I immediately took the peach-colored matte lipstick and put it on my lips. I'm used to red lipstick, but I look like I'm a b*tch at our university. When I tried the nude lipsticks, I couldn’t help but be amazed. Other than the fact that I have fair skin, they seemed to suit me.

I giggle as I sprint into our home, trying my best to ignore our limo driver. I make my way upstairs to our room and quickly check my reflection in the mirror. I definitely look like I’ve been worked over. My hair is messy and is sticking to my face and neck from a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. My breasts have small bite marks on them, my thighs are still covered in my juices. My face is flushed, and my lips are swollen from Vincenzo’s rough kisses. I make quick work of taming my hair and grab my tube of red lipstick. I pop the cap, staring at the bright red color- a color I have grown to hate and fear. I steel my nerves and grip the applicator tightly. I won’t live in fear of anyone

Alex's POV:: "Okay, pout your lips like this. Let me see the color on you. It is your best feature, so we want to highlight it." My roommate, Penny, is demonstrating with her lips which are mere inches from my face as she is applying makeup on me. She is currently dabbing a shade of lipstick on my lips that if my mother saw me right now, she would get a heart attack. It is blood red and sinful, and I love it.

he says dreamily, already walking behind us again, and I can feel his eyes burning through the silk, practically undressing me as we head back. At the table, Red pulls out her bag and fishes through it before handing me a sleek tube. “Keep it. At least for tonight.” I take it, uncap it, and apply it carefully. The color is deeper than I expected, bold, red, and shameless. Definitely not subtle. I click the cap back on. “Okay,” I breathe. “Time to wait for Ghost.” “You know,” Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.”

Touching my forehead, it swirled down resting on my lips. Gently pressing the lips he utters, Now I realised what was missing. Getting further closer to my lips. With his lips just above mine, his breath splitting my face. He utters. A lip shade. Red will suit you or pink, he dwindled from one to another, holding both of them in either hand in utter confusion. "Red" he finally decided. Putting the lipstick on my lips, he was surely not good at applying it. It was messing all around my lips corners.

Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer.

“I must admit… you are a pretty little Omega.” Heat rushed through me. My knees weakened. He stepped closer, studying my face. His fingers brushed my neck. I pressed my thighs together, heat pooling low in my body. “I don’t like the color on your lips.” He picked up a red lipstick from the table. “I… I wanted something casual,” I stuttered as his gaze devoured me. “Shhh.” He wiped off my gloss with his fingers and applied the red slowly. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

I don't know things about that. A smile can be seen on her lips as he closes his eyes while waiting for Kianna's hand to touch his lips. Holding a lipstick in her hand she gently dips her pointing finger to the red paste. Leaning to reach his face she tap her finger to his lips making the red tint of the lipstick paint his lips.

, so she needed to cooperate and participate in some promotional events held by the company. Miles crossed his arms and looked at Joanne's red lips with a sophisticated look that did not match his age. "It doesn't match your aura at all. Godmother, you should use the cherry red color from last time. It's fresh and elegant, soft yet firm. It looks much better than this one." Joanne's eyes were filled with admiration, her starry eyes flashed wildly, and she looked at the little guy like a little girl. "Oh, Miles, you have such good aesthetic taste! I love that cherry red lipstick too..."