In the dimly lit room, I found myself entranced by the alluring figure of Seraphina, a woman of mysterious beauty and insatiable desires. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, her red lips curled into a devious smile as she beckoned me closer.
“I have a secret to share,” she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful delight. “Something I’ve never done before, and I want you to be the one.”
My heart raced with anticipation as she led me to her bedroom, her hands gently caressing my chest. She pushed me onto the bed, her eyes gleaming with desire as she straddled me.
“I’ve always wanted to try it this way,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “But I’ve never found the right person to do it with.”
She reached behind her, her fingers tracing the outline of her back, and then, she applied the lipstick. The crimson color stood out against her porcelain skin, a bold and daring statement.
“I want you to take me from behind, with the lipstick as a reminder of my submission,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “Will you do it?”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I flipped her over, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our bodies moved in sync, our hands exploring every inch of each other’s skin.
I trailed kisses down her neck, her moans filling the room as I reached her breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue. She arched her back, her body begging for more as I made my way down to her hips.
I parted her legs, my tongue finding her clit, swirling and teasing her as she writhed beneath me. She tasted sweet, like forbidden fruit, and I couldn’t get enough.
I reached for the lipstick, applying it to my fingers before gently inserting them inside her. She gasped, her body tensing with pleasure as I prepared her for what was to come.
I positioned myself behind her, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I entered her slowly, her moans growing louder as I filled her completely.
I gripped her hips, thrusting deeper and harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. The lipstick on her back served as a reminder of her submission, her trust in me to fulfill her desires.
She reached behind her, her fingers intertwining with mine as she urged me on, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Yes, harder,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
I could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling beneath me as I drove deeper, my own release moments away.
With one final thrust, we came together, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. I collapsed onto her, our hearts racing as we caught our breath.
The back lipstick was smeared, a testament to our passion and desire. And as we lay there, spent and satisfied, I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.
