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You didn't put much makeup on him - just some mascara, eyeshadow and a bit of a tinted lip gloss. Dennis behaved and obeyed, he didn't move too much ( though squirm around a bit, when it came to the mascara, a bit flustered at you being so close to him ).

Once you finished you got off dennis lap - to his dismay - to admire your handiwork.

You hummed as you looked at him, dennis giggled a bit- mostly from being flustered and somewhat embarrassed by you looking at him so attentively.

"I'd say I did a pretty good job ... You look so pretty Den'." You finally said.

Dennis bite his lips for a second before going, "Do I ?".

He then frown lightly, "Ugh accidentally eat some lip gloss. It does not taste good".

"Den ..." You sigh. "Don't ruin my work yet ! Ohh also, let me take a picture."

"Please do not send it to anyone." He simply said as you took out your phone and took a few pictures of him, putting them in your 'Den' folder, before putting the phone on the vanity. It was probably not going out of that folder - well, probably.

"I can I take it off now?" he asked.

You frowned, "Den come on ! Wear it a big longer, you look so pretty!"

"Are you saying I am not pretty without makeup ?" he teased.

You clicked your tongue in reaction, "Yes. That is exactly what I'm saying".

Dennis made a fake offend noise, a sort of gasp, "How can you say that ..." he chuckled, "No but seriously, can I take this off ?"

"What if I said I wanted to fuck you while you have it on?" you said with a sly smile.

Dennis seemed to think seriously about what you said for about two second, "Then I'd have no choice but to wait to take it off."

"Great !"

As Dennis was still sitting on the chair, you grabbed his hands and leading him to your bed.

He sat down, looking at you with a grin, while you wear taking off your bottom and underwear.

"Perv" you said teasingly.

"I'm just admiring," he said, grinning even harder.

You rolled your eyes as you went to straddle his lap, before you sat down, your hands sneaked under the waist band of his pants and boxer and pulled them down, freeing his semi hard cock out.

"Did you really get turned down by me putting makeup on you ?"

He opened his mouth to answer - most likely something smug but before letting him a chance to do so you wrapped your hands around his dick and gave it a few strokes for good measures. He let out a small whine at the feeling of your warm hands on it.

Your hands left his cock before you reached to you nightstand to grab your - well used - bottle of lube. You squeezed a fair amount on your hand before quickly closing the cap and throwing it to the side.

You spread the sticky liquid onto Dennis' dick, and he shuddered a bit at the sensation, whispering a small 'uhh cold' to himself more than anything, though it made you grin. He was being usually obedient, just sitting there and letting you do what you wanted, though he did tell you that he had an absolutely rancid week at work. When work was a bit too much to handle, he did prefer to give up control - somewhat, and let you take over.

When you found it coated enough, you lined it up with your hole, slowly sinking down on it. As you did, Dennis hands flew to your hips.

You clicked your tongue, "Careful there Den" you said, he whined but nonetheless just kept his hands there, not pushing or moving you.

You bottomed down on it, letting out a sigh of pleasure while Dennis groaned a little. You didn't move for a hot second, just taking it the feeling of him in you.

"Please, please" Dennis half whisper - moaned.

"Please what ?" you asked - rhetorically with a shit eating grin.

"Please move, I've been good right ?" he batted his eyelashes.

"Mhm sure, I guess you have been good. Letting me make you all pretty." As you said that you went to kiss him, it was a very soft and chaste kiss, "Oh smudged a bit of your lip gloss".

"It's okay ..." he said with a small smile.

You started to grin your hips, slowly at first, getting the hang of it. Dennis' hands on your hips grasped onto tighter. You soon started to grin faster, while Dennis' hips started to go up and down a bit - you decided to let him, he deserved it.

Though your pace was seemingly too slow for Dennis still, as his eyes started to water a bit, feeling a bit too sensitive and the way your inside where squeezing him made it all the much worst.

"Baby, don't cry, if you do it'll ruin your eyes makeup, we don't want that do we ?" you cooed at him.

Dennis' nodded 'no' in answer.

You picked up your pace, to make him cum hopefully quickly - not caring much if you were to cum with his cock inside, either way Dennis always eat you out after he came, so you know you were going to get to cum at least once anyway.

It didn't take much time until Dennis came - coating your inside. He whimpered so sweetly as he did.

"Thank you ... felt good." he said as he was coming down from his orgasm as you slide out his dick out of your hole, and sat down next to him.

"You're welcome." You gave him another chaste kiss.

"Did you cum ?" he asked.

"I didn't." You answer truthfully.

He nodded as he got off the bed and sat down in between your legs, he started by giving smalls kisses to your inner thighs, while his fingers scrapped his cum out of your hole.

Your fingers sneaked in his hair, tangling with his curls, you tugged it lightly - Dennis groaned in response, looking up at you.

"I'm kinda impatient Den," you said while giving his hair another tug.

"Mhm ok .." he murmured, retracting his fingers from your hole.

He start by kissing kitten licks to your hole, going oh so slowly. But once you tugged a bit harder on his locks, he got the hint and started to go faster, his tongue darting further into your hole.

"Feels good ?" he tried to ask while still licking - so it sounded more like muffled gibberish.

Not sure of what he said though it sounded like a question, you hummed.

Dennis started to fully tongue fuck you - seemingly your hums spurred him on. With his attention it didn't take long until you came undone on his tongue.

He continued to tongue fuck you until your orgasm had finished washing over you. He let his head settle on your thigh, looking up at you. By now his lipstick was totally smudged off - you'd argue it made him even prettier, his eyes were glossed over and he looked quite proud of himself.