I let out an explosive exhalation of air. Catching my breath, my blurred vision begins to focus as my body descends from the high peaks of climax down to the familiar valley of post-coital numbness. I feel empty. I look down at you.

Plush lips still wrapped around my flaccid cock, it's evident you didn't waste a single drop. You release me from your mouth with a wet pop, your mouth open wide to confirm my suspicion. My limp cock flops down unimpressively, dribbling post-cum onto my thigh, which is decorated with imprints of your red lips. Faint red streaks line my shaft. Your lips are bare, save for a telltale smudge outside of your lip-line, a testament to the passion of your frenzied cock-sucking.

I sigh, part relief and part exhaustion, waiting for you to unlock the police-issued handcuffs affixed to both my wrists and ankles. That moment doesn't come. I watch you grab a makeup wipe, dabbing at your mouth until the residual lipstick and saliva are gone from your face. Then, with mischief glinting in your dark eyes, I watch as you reach for that familiar golden tube on the nightstand. Recognition dawns in my eyes as you uncap the tube and twist, exposing the rich red color that catches my eye. On instinct, I try to wretch my arms free but the newly reinforced bedposts to which I'm bound keep me securely in place and at your mercy.

“Again?!” I exclaim. “I must have given you at least si..” I begin to say, but the dangerous look in your eye cows me into silence. I watch as you, with a devilish smile, begin to trace your lips with the waxy stick, slowly and deliberately making your lips fuller, wetter, more enticing. Though my thoughts are apprehensive, the sheer sensual way you make up your lips just inches from my cock turns this into a highly erotic sight. Despite my best efforts, I can feel the tingling in my loins as my body reacts to your feminine allure.

After a couple coats, your lips have returned to their former painted glory. The “Fuck-Me-Red” shade adorning your lips, which I initially couldn't keep my eyes off of, now a telltale sign that I was the one getting fucked. I watch as you set the lipstick down on the nightstand, still uncapped. You purse your lips, wink, and blow me an air kiss as your wet red lips descend upon my soft cock. I brace myself for the familiar fuzzy, foggy sensation of your lips shutting my mind off and bringing my cock back to life.

I feel you take my flaccid dick in your hand. You kiss the tip of my cock, leaving a very visible lipstick mark behind, then trail a couple more kisses down my shaft. I start to stiffen and become alive in your hand as you make sure not to neglect my balls. A soft, full kiss on each smooth sphere, causing them to swell. Everywhere your lips touch leaves a naughty red mark in my most intimate region, and a persistent tingling sensation as well. My breathing becomes ragged as my pupils begin to dilate, my head clouding.

Smirking, satisfied at how ready you've made me for you, I watch as you again reach for the tube of lipstick. As your hand leaves my crotch, I gradually become aware of the fact that my hips are thrusting on their own, aching for more of your touch. A quick reapplication later, and, to my surprise, you climb on top of me. As you move your crotch to meet mine, I can feel the moisture from your womanhood as it lightly rests against my throbbing manhood. Every time I thrust, you withdraw, frustrating me until I relent. For an agonizingly long moment, I watch with bated breath, wanting nothing more than to bury myself in you.

Then, inch-by-inch, inch-by-inch, inch-by-inch, you impale yourself on my cock. A groan of relief from me elicits a sigh of pleasure from you. I'm finally home. I feel your nails gripping my chest possessively. As you lower yourself down onto me, your eyes, glazed with lust, and your full, wet red lips are the last thing I see before your lips meet mine. I close my eyes, brain short-circuiting with pleasure. Your lips, glued to mine, the last sensation I can remember before my mind shuts off completely and my body does what you've programmed it to do: Thrust into you until my hips give out and I can thrust no more.

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Happy to go forward with this scenario, or if I've sparked your imagination, I'd love to hear your own thoughts! It should be pretty clear that I'm a bit of an oral obsessive and I'm dying to play with a woman who thinks making her lips pretty to play in the bedroom is sexy!

Prefer Reddit DMs or Kik (my username is the same there as it is here.)

Kinks: Lipstick marks, sloppy oral, facials, creampies, throatpies, intercourse and outercourse, every “job” you can think of, anal, CFNM, bimbofication, cheating and homewrecking sluts, dressup/cosplay/slutty outfits/outfit control, blatant teasing, seduction, excessive cum, cum-play, multiple loads and much more!!

Limits: Cuckold, pegging, futa, celeb, vore, gore, snuff, scat (I'm OK with dominantly peeing on stupid sluts if that's what you're into)