To start we get several applications and lots of lipstick drawing. Riley is very playful and she is just loving performing for the camera. Her lipstickbj game is strong. The bright red color is an excellent compliment to her slight fair skin and dirty blonde hair. Riley has a tight, petite bod and loves showing it off.
The blowjob gets messy, we hear you like that sort of thing. The action is non-stop as Riley takes times for several lipstick applications that make for a very colorful and messy blowjob. Plenty of eye-contact and teasing looks, she knows how to play to the camera and we get the sense she has done this before and really likes the attention. Our dude releases his satisfaction and Riley continues to apply her now very sticky applicator for a final shot. Enjoy.
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This tells the story of how I got my red lipstick fetish. A fetish is defined as an obsession or something that is necessary for sexual gratification. I think to most people it's something that may involve fantasy and is probably something remembered from the past that gave them a great deal of pleasure and still affects them today. That's the case with me. I'm not obsessed, but to this day when I see a hot woman wearing bright red lipstick I just want to shove my raging hard-on in her mouth and have her suck me off. Let me tell you how I got this way.
She started kissing it from my engorged mushroom head down the shaft to the base stroking it slowly the whole time. Jacking me faster she licked my swinging full sack. She always wore bright red lipstick and she left traces of it on my shaft as she kissed it. I couldn't believe what was happening but I sure didn't want it to stop.
She parted her red lips and slid her warm mouth over my throbbing swollen knob and was moving her head up and down on it. When she took it out to run her tongue around the head I could see a ring of her bright red lipstick around my cock where it had been in her mouth. I didn't know anything could be like this. She went down on it again and my cock disappeared deep inside her mouth. I started fucking her mouth and bright red lips as she clamped down on my organ. She opened her blouse and was pulling and twisting her hard nipples as I fucked her mouth and she sucked my cock. I watched her as she seemed to be lost in what we were doing. I held her head in both my hands and fucked her as I pleased pulling out of her enough so she would have to concentrate on my giant cockhead, then plunging it past her full bright red lips over and over again.
I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard sex and shoved it in her mouth. Suck me off again I demanded. She wanted it as much as I did. She was giving me another incredible red lipstick blow-job when I said, "You know this is something else we won't be telling my mother about!" She never called me Joey again.
oh to see the red lipstick twist up from its safe home ,so sexy and proud ,standing to atention like your errection .I know where i want my lips to be .Oh please ,make use of my red glossed mouth .I love to feel your cock sliding inside my mouth ,so stiff and urgent .The red gloss has worked again as i swallow all of you ,so much from a young cock.
TOUR LEADER: Welcome all to Smith Street Named after a famous thief A picturesque burlesque A risqué place of mischief. Now, stick together, please don't be wandering off the denizens are dangerous they're full of rancorous wrath. And that's the folk that live here — the citizens on the hill Don't worry about the street folk they can't hate enough to kill. Here we have a monument a monumental monument can anybody tell me who's responsible for building this?CLIENT: A priapic pile of phallic pride a memorial to those who've died an excremental pile of crap a symbol of great hubris.(TOURISTS and CLIENT freeze. All others enter runningand take up positions. They freeze and then move slowly like automatons.NARRATOR enters. MR CLIPBOARD traverses stage during thefollowing.)NARRATOR: Dawn birds taken for police radio outside her window skin no longer a delimiter they tread their beat in her dreams and in the real Mr Clipboard does his rounds old man chafes at his sagging pants not even shopping or baggage deflects them we all look the same in the dark they are two sides of the one appetite circling closing as small boys do wheelies "you waiting for a lift miss? just checking" Smith Street: John Citizen, Jane Citizen and every in-between citizen everyman, everywoman, any woman.(ALL exit, except ANGEL and NARRATOR.)NARRATOR: Starting early today, Angel?ANGEL: You gotta get them before work. Lowers the tension levels for the day.NARRATOR: I've always meant to ask you where you come from. You just seemed to appear a few months back out of nowhere.ANGEL: Where do I come from? Who am I? Why am I here? A girl from the wrong side of the tracks? A farm girl lost in the city? An opportunist from St Kilda or the Cross? Who knows? What does it matter? I'm here and the birds are singing in SmithStreet and the cops don't come out this early.NARRATOR: Not what I've heard.ANGEL: They're only barricading in the evenings. But I guess it won't be long.NARRATOR: I'm off to get some coffee. Catch you round.ANGEL: Yeah, later.(ANGEL wanders back and forth between hell and heaven, asif waiting for something. After a couple of turns, she leans up against the belltower and begins to chant the following lines.)ANGEL: Though so many people live on this street it is rich in trees, grass, and birds; there is always a light shining through thenight in the window of a flat — somewhere someone is awake. You are never alone, it's good to feel safe. Early morning movers come past throwing papers, making deliveries of legal and illicit substances. All cast an eye over me, some checking meout. I've blown men from all walks of life. Each has a technique they think especiallycool.NARRATOR: Tell me about it!ANGEL: Sidling up and taking control or standing cow-eyed to draw me to their side. Then there are the crawlers, who pull youinto their car before you've a chance to suss them out. One guy moved so fast he had me in there before I could shout, almost strangled me except I finally got out. That's when I took up Jack's offer to keep an eye on me though he takes half the earnings and charges me double for powder. Here he comes with that sarcastic leer wondering if there's any action.(JACK enters.)JACK (sung): I'm the noted name in the robber's game I shoot my mouth I take no blame I scream my pride my mouth struck wide I stream the street I ply my trade I sell your meat I deal high grade I cut the stash I hawk your gash I split the deal the punters squeal I strut your stuff I call their bluff I fight to show my bluff's not blow I strip the park I haunt the dark I split their heads I wear cut threads I'm the monster mobster macho man the street's my gift the sky's my span I lunch at dusk I spit the husk to livid spies behind privet eyes my name is Jack my name is Jack I spin the name of the oldest game I give a flick don't give a fuck you turn a trick hand, hole, or suck I hold the bag you make a grab you're spellbound by my gift of gab. (Spoken) How's it going, Angel? Got some good gear coming in this evening, so look sharp. I like the morning when the air's clean. Though a bit of carbon monoxide goes with the territory! Look, we gotta watch out today, you know there's been some grumbling in the community, the Residents of the Precinct. They want your sort out of here. There's a lynch mob forming. I've heard a whisper from my contact that the wagons'll be pulling anyone working this street today. So if you see them, just keep walking, and turn into the Trinity where they can't touch you, okay?ANGEL: Okay.JACK: Whatever you do, don't carry any gear. I won't be far away, but I can't help you with the cops. And we can't afford hassles, 'cause you still owe me for that last batch. Even if they lock you up, I'll get it out of you.ANGEL: I couldn't give a fuck.JACK: Oh, you will, bitch. You don't mess with me. you know that.(ANGEL exits.) I've seen some weird shit over the years — people melt into pools on the floor, and then people forgetting they ever were. You know, not even obituaries. I've seen the bad air come out of the neat gardens and swallow houses. I've seen trees transform into people darker than the night, sucking everything in like gravity. (sung) The sky turns green the nightbirds scream it tears my brain shatters the pane gives my pain an altered frame my name is Jack my name is Jack my name is Jack and I'll be back(JACK exits. Light onto MRS WALPURGIS and MRCLIPBOARD.)MRS WALPURGIS (sung): There's a body inside this shell A heart beats behind the armour Flesh moves beneath the crust The carapace that shields my ardourMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Crusts cut offMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Ironed pleatsMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Best-dressed girlMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Polished feet! I had a friend... did she know me? She dressed so strange; what could she showme!(STREETPEOPLE enter.)STREET PEOPLE: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Pull the shutters downSTREET PEOPLE: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Support a closing downSTREET PEOPLE: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Drive them off the streetSTREET PEOPLE: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: The running feet(STREETPEOPLE exit.)MRS WALPURGIS (sung): There's a body inside this shell A heart beats behind the armour Flesh moves beneath the crust The carapace that shields my ardourMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: Despise the deviantMR CLIPBOARD: Not my faultMRS WALPURGIS: A political expedient(Blackout.) 2ff7e9595c
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