(SASHA)
Afterward, Tyler leans in to the mirror and carefully applies lipstick in a stylized rosebud on his lips. He's already powdered his face white and drawn in thick lines around his eyes. The makeup is yet another disguise, and I couldn't say no to him when I saw how delighted he was with the collection of cosmetics at the shop where we bought our costumes.
"Seriously, though," Tyler says, turning to me, "do we have time for me to suck your dick? Because I think you deserve it, looking like that. I could leave my lipstick all over it, mark you out as mine?" He gives an inviting, seductive smile.
"We don't have time," I tell him, although my dick likes the suggestion, and at some stage I am definitely going to get him to suck me while wearing that garish lipstick. "We should get going."
Tyler groans theatrically, but then dons his Medico della Peste mask. "You're sure this will work?"
