RETURN TO INNOCENCE

Velvet Lips -- Part 5

A strange sensation between my legs woke me up from deep sleep. It was already morning. Daylight was peeping in through the curtained windows. The clock showed 8 AM.

I looked down and saw Rohit applying something between my legs. It appeared to be a lipstick. He was applying lipstick on my pussy lips! Again!

"Hi babe! Did I wake you?" He asked naughtily.

"Good morning," I looked at Him with sleepy eyes. "Babe, what are you doing?"

These were the exact words we exchanged with each other the morning we woke up in a cave in Jordan. Only this time, He uttered my words and I uttered His.

"Why are you wasting my lipstick?" I sat up in irritation. "I have but 1 velvet lipstick, that too gifted by you. Don't waste it."

"It's not the same one," He smiled and showed me the shade. "This is a new shade, bought 3 days ago. I brought it with me to Jaipur to give you."

He handed over the lipstick to me. It was indeed a new one. Velvet finish, but different shade. A dark purple shade.

"Wow! Nice surprise. Thank you," I hugged Him. "I needed another lipstick. What's it called?"

"Endless Love. That's its name," He smiled again. "I wanted to follow tradition, so inaugurated it on your vertical lips."

He knelt down between my legs, spread them apart, and started licking off the lipstick from my slit. His tongue slithered and slurped and brought me on the verge of another orgasm. But before I could climax, there was a knock on the door.

"Who could it be?" I asked.

"Relax. It's room service," He replied. "I ordered room service for breakfast and a change of bedsheets."

Chapter 9 - Sticky And Stinky

I quickly put on my top and leggings, while Rohit put on His shorts. But He forgot to wipe off the lipstick marks from His face before opening the door.

A resort staff - a young guy - entered with a tray carrying our breakfast. He also carried a couple of fresh bedsheets and pillow covers. He kept the tray on the table and got busy changing the sheets.

I looked at the bedsheet in horror. It was full of damp patch marks -- some dry, some fresh. All were semen stains. The guy glanced at both of us silently with a sly smile on his lips.

I felt so embarrassed. Not just at the condition of the sheets, but also because of the lipstick stains on Rohit's face. I made a silent gesture to make Him aware of it, so that He would wipe His face.

The room service guy left after changing the bedsheet, and also left behind another fresh set. He had probably guessed that we might need it shortly. I knew we would.

"He knows," I said as soon as the guy left.

"Knows what?" asked Rohit.

"Did you see the condition of the bedsheet?" I replied in mock anger. "You left your mark on every inch of the sheet. It's so embarrassing."

"What's my fault? It's normal," He replied nonchalantly. "Couples have sex in hotel rooms. Sheets get dirty. It's normal."

"Yes, but not SO dirty," I said disapprovingly. "You discharge a lot. Left the entire bed sticky and stinky."

"I thought you liked it," He grabbed me and pulled down the legging from my waist. "Now let's make this new bedsheet sticky and stinky."

I did like it. His excessive discharge, I mean. I like my men to be virile and loaded with cum. Rohit was the most loaded of all the men in my life.