Let me hear the words from your hot red lips.

Once there words blended with action and hot lips burned against hers.

Reverend Powell felt the moist hot lips closing on him now.

He took the panting figure into his mighty arms, and covered the hot lips with kisses.

Fleur let her hand stay against his hot lips.

Slowly she turned her head until her hot lips were pressed against his flesh.

But she felt his lips, hot and hard, caress the soft skin he had bared.

Con lifted him partly upright and held a water bottle to his hot, dry lips.

Mujer: He does not want to touch the wet edge of his hot lip with silver flies.

When the notes faded, she traced the tip of her tongue lazily over those hot red lips.