Watch me coat my lips in glossy, perfect shine, layer after luxurious layer. Each swipe of gloss is a tease, every pout a promise, and when I press those plump lips to your skin you’ll feel your resolve melt. Kisses, soft taunts, and slow, deliberate teasing—this is how I make you crumble.
You were born to worship these lips, to be undone by their shine. So kneel and stare, fantasize, and remember that every stroke of my gloss is designed to weaken you until you can’t resist serving me.