RED #07

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She twisted her lipstick back into its capsule and capped it. A vibrant, sensual ruby coated her lips. He leaned forward for the kiss.

His lips blistered with pain. They erupted, shooting tiny, chunky gore on her face. She grinned—the red pulled into a sleeping crescent—as she flicked the flesh off her cheek.

Her tongue swept her lips. 

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