The kissing game
pearl: okay i’m going school now, bye.
*pearl pouts her juicy lips towards nick*
*nick stretches out his arms and gives pearl a big hug while avoiding a possible waxy pair of lips*
*pearl smacks a nice print on nick where ever she can land one and leaves with a psychotic laughter*
This is close to a daily scenario. The weird feeling of coloured wax on my lips is just so strange, worst when it smudges across the lips or if it ends up as decoration on my face without me knowing. I think lipsticks are anti-guy.
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