“Stop.” Emma beckons. “Just lets us give you a few more.” She said, she puckered her lips. The blue lipstick a bit smudged as her lips make their way to your chin.*

Emma, Jean, rogue, Betsy, Wanda, Illyana and Ororo all laid on the large L shaped couch, all of them with their own lipstick, they laid an assault on your face.

Emma had blue lipstick, Jean red, Betsy black, Rogue had purple, Illyana orange, Wanda had green and Ororo had white. Your face, chest, arms neck was covered in lipsticks marks form the women, whatever flesh wasn’t covered by lipstick stains was covered in hickeys.

You never meant for things to get this bad. It was a long story but here you were with multiple married/committed women, all of them spooning and spolining you.

The movie in the background was the only source of sound besides the barrage of kisses and moaning.

“Oh darlin’ you look so good covered in these marks.” rogue said, her thick southern accent making you weak.

You knew this affair wouldn’t end. You just hope none of the men find out.