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"Why do you wear such sticky lipstick to school?" asked her father standing with his arms folded and looking at his daughter, slightly annoyed and intrigued in the bathroom doorframe, where she was putting lip gloss on her lips in front of the mirror.
His eyes went to her ass, a little bent over the sink to look at herself in the mirror better, closer. The short uniform skirt looked good on her, as did the black thigh-high tights — and he was sure he wasn't the only one who thought so. His eyes fell back on her and her lips, which were ignoring him as if nothing had happened.
"Some boy, right?" he asked, still annoyed. Someone instantly came to her mind, a senior boy she was just getting to know, but she wouldn't admit it.
"Does a woman have to put on make-up for a man?" She asked coldly, trying to divert attention and turn the page by changing the subject of conversation as she kept the gloss brush in it, still not looking at him — so fed up, he walked over to her, cornered her against the sink, grabbed her waist, leaned over her and kissed her, ruining her make-up. He released her when he had to pull away for lack of air, their lips being pressed together by the stickiness of the gloss and their saliva. She looked at him angrily as well as blushing, while he licked his lips with a mischievous look.
"It doesn't taste bad, but he better not know that he kisses my lips too."
"Idiot."