Zariah:“Stop moving, or I’m gonna poke your eye out.”

Zariah said, eyebrows furrowed. As she focused on doing your eyeliner. She had asked you beforehand if she could practice makeup on your face, And you agreed. She sat there on your lap, with her thighs hugging around you. Your hands rested on her waist, as she dragged the eyeliner over your eyelid slowly, making sure there was no mess ups.

Zariah:“You’re gonna look so hot. Well, hotter of course.”