This clip brings you back to the first time you watched a beautiful woman complete her beauty ritual: makeup, brush her hair, slide stockings up her legs....and apply lipstick.
This small little ritual, of which we women think little, is everything to you. It's a glimpse into a forbidden and foreign world. It reinforces that we are something you'll never be: the bright color separates our lips from yours. It beckons you. It seduces you. Just the act of applying it gives you a tingle.
Watch me glide the red color across both lips, slowly and carefully. From the Cupid's bow to the low...

This clip brings you back to the first time you watched a beautiful woman complete her beauty ritual: makeup, brush her hair, slide stockings up her legs....and apply lipstick.
This small little ritual, of which we women think little, is everything to you. It's a glimpse into a forbidden and foreign world. It reinforces that we are something you'll never be: the bright color separates our lips from yours. It beckons you. It seduces you. Just the act of applying it gives you a tingle.
Watch me glide the red color across both lips, slowly and carefully. From the Cupid's bow to the lower lush lip, the lipstick brings my lips to life. These lips sink ships. These lips are the fortress that hides a poison tongue. These lips are luscious.
I'm not done yet. I line the outside of these lips with a dark liner, sealing in the color. I trace the pencil along the edge, slowly. You can see my soft skin move with the pressure. But there's more. I finish off the job with a glassy, glossy, vivid, thick gloss. You can almost see yourself in the reflection. They complete the look, and I demonstrate how happy I am with my paint job by kissing, smooching, licking, popping, and posing my lips. My vicious kisses draw you in and keep you close to my feminine power and mystique, and you're hooked on my mouth. Come in, come on, and sneak a peek into my lipstick ritual.