Whenever I boast about my natural lips, jaws drop at their sheer perfection. Full and shapely, they seem almost too good to be real. Adorned with a bold red hue, they have a mesmerizing effect on anyone who beholds them. With these crimson lips, I command attention wherever I go. Does it torment you to stroke to them, knowing you’ll never experience them like a real man would? You’ll never feel their touch, taste their sweetness, or have them envelop you. All you can do is worship them from afar, and count yourself lucky for even that privilege. Just imagine the void if I denied you even that small indulgence.
