Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

The color of this lipstick is very light, a thin layer, moisturizing and bringing a good complexion. He pressed it against her lips again, as if to taste the remaining taste, and then opened his lips to entangle with her, and the taste of orange was brought to her, sweet and sticky, which was very touching. She chased him, sucking and biting, greedily absorbing the sweetness. The taste of orange faded, and only her unique softness remained in her senses. He began to demand it, forcing her to retreat step by step, and he held her head with one hand to face him, and let her go only when she knew that her breath was unstable.

It was already opened, and the blue packaging sent a jolt through me. In the two years I had been with Lindsey, I had never bought that brand. I had always been a loyal user of "Mr. Kingo" instead. So, where did this come from? Without even realizing it, my mind instantly flashed to that profile picture of Kenny on Lindsey's phone. Just as I stood there, lost in my thoughts, Lindsey called out coquettishly from the bedroom, "Honey, I can't go out with you tonight. One of my girlfriends just asked me to go shopping. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay?"

Her lips had been painted in it. Blood red.

I pretended not to notice and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?" He nodded and handed it to me. I quickly tried calling Daniel again. As soon as he picked up, I hurriedly said, "Daniel, your whole family got stung by wasps. It's really serious! Transfer the money for the surgery to me now!" I thought he would ask how much, but after two seconds of silence, he cursed at me, "Linda, if you want money, you don't have to curse my family!" I was stunned, then quickly explained, "I'm not lying. They really were stung and are now in the ICU. We have to raise money immediately for the surgery."

I turned and looked at the glory hole. This person was even more eager than most. Lips were pressed up against the hole, almost poking through to my side. I knew instantly that the lips belonged to a woman (usually I didn't see and didn't know). They were exceptionally thick and pouty, but natural. They had a gentle pink color but with absolutely no hint of lipstick. Her lips were somewhat open, almost a sly smile, revealing a small line of dazzlingly white teeth. There were no winkles at the corner of her mouth so I knew she was young. The only blemish, if you can call it that, on the light white skin around her lips was a beauty mark just above her lip on the left side of her nose. Honestl

She pressed on it for a few moments before roping it through her lips. She rolled it around and licked it. She released it just to lash it some more. She slid her tongue around the surrounding crevices before powering it through my elaborate layers. Her ravishing was thorough. Every morsel of my honey pot was being systematically and methodically trounced. The trouncing was aggressive but not brutal.

The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air. He started licking slowly, his tongue tracing every drop from my collarbone down, sucking gently on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I arched my back, my fingers threading through his hair as he leaned lower, lapping at the honey pooling on my belly. The sensation was incredibly erotic, his warm tongue scraping the sticky sweetness as his groans vibrated against my skin. “Delicious,” he growled, spreading my legs wider. He poured more honey directly onto my clit, then sucked it off with hunger, Ishook, pulling his hair.

I whispered, a shaky breath escaping me when his hand brushed along my hip. “There’s that sound again,” he said quietly. “You have no idea what that does to me.” He placed his hands farther on my hips and bent down, pulling me closer until his lips touched my folds and gave me a hard, slow lick on my opening. I let out a soft breath as he moved kisses along my thighs, my fingers tightening slightly against his shoulders. “Jackson…” I whispered. “Yeah?” His voice was low and warm, his lips brushing against me again. A quiet little sound escaped me before I could stop it, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.

She just moisturises her lips, which gives them shine; her lips are pinkish enough to be soft and sweet like candy. He rolled his finger on her lips before taking it between his thumbs; she moaned and looked at him in shyness. He smirked as she moaned with his touch. The moment he kissed her lips for the first time in the wedding stage, he was addicted—it was like sugar candy, so sweet. He doesn't like sweet, but her lips taste like damn jelly. His mind and heart are yelling at him to kiss and suck her lips over and over again. He pulled her head up, grabbed her chin, and made her look into his eyes.