messy tears on a pretty face | dreamnotfound smutshot

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It took awhile for Dream to put everything on George, painstakingly taking his time to make sure every eyelash was in place, the eyeliner sharp and clean, the lipstick pristine on every single edge.

But that was the entire point, to make George look perfect, so untouchable and unused. Like he never had a mark placed on him.

So, the effect would be heightened when Dream messed him up.

The makeup also took longer than it should have because Dream couldn't resist when George looked up at him so wide-eyed, complying so well as Dream directed him, placing the least waterproof mascara he could find on the other.

That look meant that every so often Dream would get overwhelmed, especially by how close and intimate putting makeup on someone else was naturally, and grip George's hair harshly, pulling him up to press their lips together.

George would always whimper, surprised and getting more and more turned on every time Dream unexpectedly did this, and reciprocate so desperately, wanting more contact.

Dream would roughly separate them when George got too handsy, their breaths heavy as Dream forced them to cool down, watching the other's eyes darken.

George was straining, both in his pants and with his self control, wanting to keep going, push them further where they were so slowly heading.

But, Dream had to plan and it was not easy to shake him from it. So, George let Dream take his face in his hands and continue the wing he had redone so many times now, not able to settle for anything less than perfection.

Eventually, Dream deemed it suitable for his tastes, looking pleased as he swiped the soft pink lipstick over George's lips, the final touch.

To be completely honest here, Dream also wanted to see George in makeup. He was already so pretty as it was, but just added to it all, enhancing his devastatingly hot features even more.

His eyes seemed so much bigger, his eyelashes lengthened and fluttery with the mascara.

Something about the eyeliner, the sharp wing of black, just gave George a sultry, alluring look, like he was just asking to be defiled.

And the lipstick, glistening over George's parted lips, made Dream desperate for a taste.

He was ready to be ruined.

Dream put George down on his knees, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his dick, wanting to start out with messing up that lipstick that tempted him so badly.

George watched, eyelids heavy, begging words on the tip of his tongue, desiring only for Dream to shove that inside him.

He didn't have to use any of those words, as Dream dragged the tip over George's lips, beginning to make the mess he craved the other to become.

The lipstick smudged slightly on George's face, marking the color off his mouth and onto the area around it, making Dream grin wickedly as he pushed himself deep down George's throat.

The first phase was this, making George choke on Dream's dick as it always caused tears to form in his eyes, spilling out when Dream roughly used his mouth.

Just as predicted, that's what happened. George could feel the hot tears pricking in his eyes as Dream slammed into him, immediately bleeding into the dark mascara and eyeliner.

The first streaks ran down George's cheeks, making Dream's mouth go dry at the view.

George was looking up at him, pupils blown wide, pink lips stretched over Dream's dick, dark tears covering his face.