Sugar Baby Lips -

“There’s your bite,” she whispered.

He had started by collecting a mouth. He ended by learning to love the woman it belonged to. sugar baby lips

That night, he came home early. She was in the bathroom, wiping off her makeup. He stood in the doorway, watching her in the mirror. She was using a cotton round to remove her lipstick—a deep berry stain she wore only for him. As she wiped, the color came away in streaks, revealing the pale, bare skin beneath. “There’s your bite,” she whispered