You Got That Red Lip Classic Mga Nobela at Kwento

They highlighted my features like I was a walking filter under the soft gold lights in my room. Not bad. In fact, awsome. I debated red or nude for my lips. Red would add some color seeing as I had no smoaky eyes. And blinds would add to the clean look I already had going on. Red or nude, red or nude. The lady on the video did an orangey look and said to do a lip combo we were used to. I picked up a lip liner and nude lipstick. Topping up with some lipgloss. I was almost done, putting on the final touches when I realized my hair was still soaking the back of my robe.

Was this really me? I moved to my vanity, meticulously selecting my makeup with an intensity I’d never bothered with before. The foundation glided on smoothly, creating a flawless canvas. I dedicated time to my eyes, constructing a smoky, sultry look with deep charcoal shadows and winged eyeliner that made my emerald green eyes appear larger and more mysterious. The red lipstick I finally chose matched my top simmering perfectly—a bold, unapologetic shade that rendered my lips fuller, infinitely more kissable.

Plump, pink lips. Beauty beyond compare. My breath is taken away, once more.

"How does it look?" The red dress was bold and vibrant, reminding him of one she'd worn at an auction. "I don't know how to put on makeup. Otherwise, I'd look better." "Lipsticks will do." "Good call!" She stuck out her hand. Juan took her to a nearby mall, stopping at the sight of a red lipstick. "What's up?" "Try this one." The lipstick's shade was like winter plums. He picked it up, and a saleswoman came up. "Great choice, sir. It's our bestseller."

I was glad that not everything about my pack had been destroyed, though it was currently in the hands of my enemies. It smoothed every imperfection like an airbrush and was twice as light. My eyes sparkled in the low light as I reapplied my dark cherry red lipstick. The color made my pale skin seem luminous and this particular shade was special to the luxury Fluorite-based make-up company that anyone of quality and wealth would recognize. It was a subtle calling card as was my choice of gown with its classic neckline. I would stand out in the lineup like a marble statue of a goddess among cheap idols.

I silently went to sit in front of the vanity, knowing that there were far worse things that the men of the Cosa Nostra forced their women into instead of just revealing dresses. Glenna had pretty good makeup skills. She did my eyes first, making them appear like a cat. It kind of made my eye color pop. When she grabbed the lip color, I stopped her. I was more of a natural makeup kind of girl and red lipstick never really appealed to me, "I don't wear such bold colors..." Glenna rolled her eyes heavenwards, "This will make him kiss the floor that you walk on. Trust me. Red lipstick is a girl's secret weapon."

She looked stunning, even dressed like a sadist. The deep red lipstick on her thick lips reinforced this image. Her long blonde hair was straight and flowed down around her breasts to her waist. In her right hand, she held a riding whip with silver studs on the end. That was the last thing he noticed about her. He had no words to say. He couldn't even think of them, he seemed to have lost the ability to form sentences. He could only watch her, impressed and instigated. He turned his eyes to yours and I could see amusement in them. He certainly looked like an idiot in front of her.

The water was burning but it relaxed me. My mascara was all over my face so I reclined my head which was so heavy from my thoughts. When Jack was at home I never did my makeup because he said that my mother was naturally beautiful. He didn't understand why other girls put something on their faces. When Jack was out Mascara was my best friend. I took red lipstick. Yoyo's present for me, I never used it it is so bright. Jack would say that red lips make girls vulgar. I covered my lips with that wonderful color.

His thin crooked IV nose stood in the middle atop his wide sensual lips, and what colour is that she is seeing? His lower full lip is pinker than hers even with it's dryness. Maybe when saturated, it probably is going to yaw bubblegum pink when done. Moving down to his narrow jaw, making her lick her lips in process. The sides of his face to his jaw made a cool scruff of hairs, making her fingers tingle. What on earth happened to this man? Did he take his time to create himself or is he just too special?

she winks her brown eyes at me as she stick out her tongue to lubricate it. That’s my girl, I love every part of Ava. She’s naughty, sweet, soft heart and open minded. “ But I’m not choosing those slutty colour. Red is a popular colour for sluts, I would go for a sky blue with some sparkling diamonds on it.” smiles parts her beautiful shape of lips.