Juiciest lip

He hesitated for just a moment, looking up at her. “Tell me again why they’re the juiciest lips.”
She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. “Because they’re made to be worshipped. Made to be tasted. Made to make a man lose himself in ecstasy.”
His lips found her again, this time pressing against the soft, wet flesh hidden beneath her panties. She let out a moan, her body trembling with pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of her.
He couldn’t deny it—she was right. The juiciest lips were here, between her legs, and he was more than willing to lose himself in them.
“More,” she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.
And he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Her taste, her moans, the way her body responded to his every touch—it was everything he’d ever wanted.
“Tell me,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at her. “What do you want next?”
Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “I want you to make me scream.”
He grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in again. “Your wish is my command.”
But before he could continue, she stopped him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him up to meet her gaze.
“Wait,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Tell me… do you believe me now?”
“About what?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“About the juiciest lips,” she replied, her eyes locking with his.
He smiled, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “Oh, I believe you. And I plan to spend the rest of the night worshipping them.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him again, her body pressing against his. “Then prove it,” she whispered against his lips.
And he did. Every touch, every kiss, every moan—it was proof that the juiciest lips weren’t just a fantasy. They were real. And he was more than willing to lose himself in them.
“Again,” she moaned, her body arching toward his.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The juiciest lips were his now, and he wasn’t about to let them go.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“More,” she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders.
And he gave her more. Over and over and over again.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice trembling with pleasure.
He complied, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
“Yes,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath him.
But before he could continue, she stopped him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him up to meet her gaze.
“Wait,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Tell me… do you believe me now?”
“About what?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“About the juiciest lips,” she replied, her eyes locking with his.
He smiled, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “Oh, I believe you. And I plan to spend the rest of the night worshipping them.”
Her smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss him again, her body pressing against his. “Then prove it,” she whispered against his lips.
And he did. Every touch, every kiss, every moan—it was proof that the juiciest lips weren’t just a fantasy. They were real. And he was more than willing to lose himself in them.
“Again,” she moaned, her body arching toward his.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. The juiciest lips were his now, and he wasn’t about to let them go.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She smiled, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you to make me explode.”
He grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he leaned in again. “Your wish is my command.”