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Jazmine woke slowly, her senses gradually coming back to her. She was disoriented, the remnants of her previous night's indulgence leaving her head throbbing and her vision blurry. She squinted at the dim morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains, feeling the weight of her hangover press down on her.

Her clothes were a mess. Her once-pristine dress, now bunched up and twisted, was haphazardly gathered around her waist. The fabric had ridden up, exposing her thighs and the faint sheen of sweat that had dried on her skin. Her black panties were nowhere to be seen, and her heels were scattered on the floor beside the bed. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her makeup, which had once been meticulously applied, was smeared across her face.

As she shifted, she felt something dry and crusty on her face. Her fingers, moving tentatively, brushed against the roughness. Blinking slowly, she turned her head toward Kyle, who was propped up on one elbow, scrolling through TikTok on his phone. He looked utterly unfazed, a slight smirk on his face as he swiped through videos.

“Good morning,” Jazmine murmured, her voice hoarse and slurred. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like lead.

Kyle glanced over at her, still scrolling, but his eyes softened slightly. “Morning, Jazmine,” he said, with a lazy grin. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a brief, tender kiss. His touch was warm and comforting amidst her disarray.

Jazmine pulled back slightly, looking at him with confusion. “What happened last night? I can’t really remember.”

Kyle’s grin widened, and he chuckled. “Well, after we fucked and you asked for more, we crushed some more beers and smoked. We were pretty wasted. We ended up, like, doing it again, but you kind of passed out in the middle of it. But I didn't notice, so I was like, still going for quite a bit. You didn’t even flinch when I came on your face.”

Jazmine’s eyes widened as the realization hit her. She could feel the dry, sticky residue on her skin now that it was fully brought to her attention. The sight of Kyle’s amused expression only made her feel more embarrassed.

Kyle continued, oblivious to her growing discomfort. “You were, like, insane last night. Like, seriously, you were out of this world. I didn’t expect that shit.”

Jazmine felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks. Her conditioning, however, stirred in the back of her mind. You’re his object of desire. Embrace it, own it. The erotic whispers echoed in her thoughts, mingling with the endorphins still surging through her system.

Despite the embarrassment, a part of her thrilled at Kyle’s praise. The conditioning had its grip on her, reinforcing the satisfaction she felt from being desired and admired. She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the remnants of her hangover and the disheveled state she was in.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and her eyes widened in panic. The bright red numbers displayed a time that made her realize she was going to be incredibly late for set today. Her heart raced as she scrambled out of bed, trying to gather her wits and composure.

“Shit! I’m gonna be so late!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic. She scrambled to pull her dress down, her movements frantic as she tried to make herself somewhat presentable.

Kyle watched her with a mix of amusement and indifference, still engrossed in his phone. “Well, you better get going then,” he said nonchalantly. “Wouldn’t want to keep the crew waiting.”

Jazmine didn’t bother with a response. She was already halfway to the door, desperately trying to fix her tangled hair and adjust the crumpled dress. She stumbled out of the bedroom, her head still pounding from the hangover and her body aching from the remnants of last night’s intense activities. She scrambled around the condo, her movements hurried and frantic as she searched for her Slay and Stay Kit.

The condo was a mess, reflecting the chaos of her night. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and the remnants of their wild night were scattered everywhere. Jazmine’s disheveled appearance only added to the urgency of her situation. She could feel the residue of last night’s activities clinging to her skin, adding to her discomfort.

Desperately, she rifled through the room, her eyes skimming through looking for the kit. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her makeup from the night before was smeared and faded. The reflection in the mirror was a stark contrast to the glamorous persona she usually projected. The dryness on her face, now clearly visible, was a grim reminder of how the previous night had ended.

Finally, she spotted the Slay and Stay Kit tucked away in the corner of the room. Jazmine snatched it up with a relieved exhale, then hurried to the bathroom, her heart racing as she tried to stay calm.

Once inside the bathroom, she set the kit on the counter and opened it with a sense of urgency, as she turned her attention to her morning routine. She opened the toiletries section of the kit and grabbed the travel-sized toothpaste and toothbrush. After squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto the brush, she began brushing her teeth with quick, vigorous strokes. The cool mint flavor was refreshing and helped to clear some of the haze from her mouth, though the hangover still lingered in her head.

With her teeth cleaned, she turned her attention to her hair. The small hairbrush from the kit was next. Jazmine worked through the tangles with careful, deliberate strokes, wincing occasionally as she tugged at the knots. The brush felt good in her hand, and she could already see the improvement as her hair began to smooth out.

Feeling slightly more refreshed, she moved to the shower. She turned on the hot water, waiting for the steam to build up before stepping in. The hot water felt amazing on her skin, washing away the remnants of the previous night and the uncomfortable stickiness she had been feeling. She used a generous amount of body wash, lathering up and scrubbing herself clean. The warmth of the water and the soothing scent of the soap helped to ease the tension in her muscles and calm her racing thoughts.

After a thorough rinse, she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy white towel to dry herself off. The towel felt soft and comforting against her skin as she patted herself dry.

She looked back into her bag of essential items to grab the outfit. The sleek black jeans and white crop top were neatly folded, ready to be worn. Jazmine picked up the white lace lingerie, admiring the delicate fabric and its simplicity. She quickly slipped into the lingerie: the sheer bra was light and soft against her skin, while the thong panties hugged her curves comfortably. The matching ensemble made her feel slightly more put-together and bolstered her confidence, despite the chaos of the morning.

She grabbed the slim-fit, high-waisted black jeans next. The fabric felt cool and smooth against her skin as she pulled them on, adjusting the fit until they were comfortably snug. The white crop top, simple yet flattering, completed the look. She pulled the top over her head, smoothing out the fabric with quick, efficient motions. The practical sneakers, white and clean, were the final touch to her outfit. Jazmine slipped them on, their comfort a small relief amidst the rush.

Jazmine picked up the small bottle of travel-sized perfume. She spritzed a light mist over her neck and wrists, the subtle floral scent a fresh contrast to the earlier disarray. The final touch would be her makeup, but for now, she felt a sense of accomplishment in her appearance. She was dressed and clean, but the thought of needing to finish getting ready quickly added a new layer of urgency to her morning.

Jazmine checked the time on her phone again, her eyes widening in alarm. “I’m going to be so late!” she muttered to herself, realizing how little time she had left.

Jazmine’s morning routine was a frenzied ballet of speed and precision. Despite the urgency of her situation, her conditioned perfectionism wouldn’t allow her to skip a single step in her elaborate makeup routine.

She was acutely aware of every detail, driven by her subconscious programming that demanded nothing short of flawless execution. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her focus was razor-sharp as she began her meticulous routine.

First, she took a deep breath and applied a primer to her face, smoothing the clear gel over her skin with delicate, circular motions. The primer felt cool and soothing, and she could almost feel the pores on her face smoothing out under her fingertips. It was an essential first step, creating a perfect canvas for the layers of makeup to follow. The sensation was strangely comforting, like the anticipation of something beautiful to come.

With the primer set, she reached for her foundation. She poured a small amount onto the back of her hand and used a damp beauty sponge to apply it evenly across her face. The sponge’s softness was a pleasant contrast to the slight tightness she felt from the primer. Jazmine patted and blended the foundation with precise strokes, ensuring there were no lines or patches. She admired how the foundation evened out her complexion, covering the traces of her hangover and giving her skin a flawless finish.

Next, she used a concealer to cover any lingering imperfections. She dabbed it under her eyes to combat the dark circles and on any spots that needed extra coverage. Jazmine applied the concealer with gentle taps, blending it in seamlessly with the foundation. Each dab and blend was done with careful attention, making sure every imperfection was hidden and her skin looked immaculate.

Jazmine moved on to setting her base with translucent powder. She used a fluffy brush to sweep the powder over her face, locking in the foundation and concealer. The powder felt light and airy, and she relished the feeling of it setting her makeup in place. She made sure to dust it evenly, paying particular attention to the T-zone to keep any excess shine at bay.

Her attention now shifted to her contouring and highlighting. Jazmine expertly applied contour powder to the hollows of her cheeks, along her jawline, and on the sides of her nose. Each stroke was deliberate, aiming to create a sculpted, chiseled effect. She used a smaller brush to blend the contour powder, ensuring it seamlessly melded with her foundation. The process was almost meditative, her mind focused solely on the art of creating the perfect shadows and highlights.

Next came the highlighter. Jazmine chose a shimmering champagne shade, applying it to the high points of her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, and the cupid’s bow. The highlighter added a radiant glow to her face, catching the light and giving her skin a luminous quality. She couldn’t help but admire how it accentuated her features, enhancing her natural beauty.

Just as she was about to start on her eyebrows, she heard rustling behind her. Kyle had finally dragged himself out of bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he made his way into the bathroom. Jazmine caught his reflection in the mirror, noting how disheveled he looked compared to his usual confident demeanor.

Kyle’s gaze roamed over her body, taking in the sight of Jazmine’s outfit, and the way her clothes hugged her curves. He smirked as he approached her, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Jazmine was too absorbed in her makeup to fully register his presence, her focus unwavering as she reached for her brow pencil.

Kyle’s hand slid around her waist, his touch sending a shiver through her body. He started to caress her sides, his fingers trailing lightly over her hips and the edge of her jeans. Jazmine didn’t flinch, her attention solely on perfecting her brows. She could feel the heat of his touch, but her dedication to her makeup kept her from reacting.

“Damn, Jaz,” Kyle said with a smirk, his voice laced with that egotistical, frat-boy arrogance. “You look fucking hot even in the morning. But I gotta say, this look’s got me in the mood.”

Jazmine tried to ignore him, focusing on filling in her brows with precise strokes. The brow pencil glided smoothly over her skin as she shaped and defined her eyebrows. Each stroke was deliberate, aimed at achieving perfectly groomed arches. The sensation of the pencil gliding over her skin was oddly soothing, even as Kyle’s fingers continued their exploration.

Kyle’s hands wandered lower, his fingers brushing against her ass through the thin fabric of her jeans. He grinned, clearly enjoying the view. “Seriously, though, you’ve got me so fucking turned on. I want you right now.”

Jazmine’s concentration faltered, and she glanced at him in the mirror, her eyes widening. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and irritation. “Really, right now?”

Kyle’s grin widened, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive murmur. “Yeah, right now. I wanna fuck you. Don’t you want that too?”

Jazmine felt a twinge of annoyance but also a hint of surrender. She wanted to finish her makeup, but the reality of her situation was sinking in. “Alright, but you have to be gentle. I need to finish my makeup,” she said, her tone firm but resigned.

As Kyle’s hands roamed over her hips, groping her ass with possessive intensity, Jazmine’s jeans were pulled down, exposing her white panties. He tugged them aside and slid his cock into her FemmePro, the initial sensation sending a shudder through her. The pressure of him inside her was both overwhelming and oddly thrilling, but Jazmine remained resolute in her task.

She reached for her brow pencil, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked on defining her brows. Each stroke was a challenge, her concentration wavering as Kyle’s cock moved in and out of her. “Mmm,” Jazmine moaned softly, her voice barely audible as she struggled to keep her hand steady.

Kyle’s thrusts began with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly inside her. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice full of satisfaction. The gentle pace soon gave way to a more insistent beat, the steady rhythm of his thrusts turning into a faster, more erratic tempo.

Jazmine’s breath grew uneven as she tried to keep her focus. She applied her brow gel, the cool texture a contrast to the warmth spreading through her. Her application was shaky, her hand trembling with each thrust of Kyle’s hips. The pleasure was intense, the sensation of his cock moving inside her causing her to lose concentration. “Nnngh... Kyle...” she whimpered, trying to balance the pleasure with her makeup routine.

Kyle had started off gentle, as he’d promised, but his rhythm gradually intensified, the slow, steady pace morphing into a more frantic tempo that tested Jazmine’s ability to focus on her makeup.

“Damn, Jazmine, you’re so fucking hot,” Kyle panted, his hands gripping her hips more firmly as he quickened his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder, each thrust punctuated by a rhythmic clap that echoed in the room. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Jazmine’s fingers shook as she reached for her eyeshadow palette. She dabbed the brush into a soft shade, trying to blend it onto her lids. Her movements were uneven, the brush slipping slightly as Kyle’s increasing pace made it harder to focus. “A-ah... Kyle, s-slow down... please,” she managed to stutter, her voice strained by the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Kyle’s pace only quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Hell no, Jazmine. You look too damn good for me to slow down,” he growled, his voice dripping with ego and satisfaction. “You’re my perfect little plaything.”

Jazmine’s attempts to apply the eyeshadow were increasingly futile. She reached for the eyeliner, but her hand was unsteady, the pencil wavering as she tried to create a straight line. “Nnnh... Kyle...” she whimpered, struggling to maintain her composure. The faster Kyle went, the harder it became to focus on her reflection.

The clapping sound of their bodies meeting grew louder as Kyle’s pace increased. Jazmine’s moans and whimpers were a constant backdrop to the scene, her pleas for him to slow down almost drowned out by the sound of their passionate encounter. “Mmm... I-I c-can’t... p-please, slow...”

Kyle didn’t relent, his movements growing more frantic. Jazmine’s frustration peaked as she realized she couldn’t perfect her makeup under these conditions. Her eyeliner was uneven, her eyeshadow smudged, and the process of trying to balance her routine with Kyle’s relentless thrusts was proving impossible.

Finally, Jazmine made the decision to abandon her quest for perfection. “I-I’m done,” she gasped, her voice breathless. “I c-can’t do it...”

As Kyle continued to fuck her with increasing urgency, Jazmine resigned herself to the fact that her makeup routine would remain incomplete. The combination of pleasure and frustration had left her unable to perfect her look, her focus shattered by the intense sensations coursing through her.

Jazmine’s frustration reached its peak when Kyle finally noticed her distress. He slowed his pace, the gentle rhythm returning as he pulled out and looked at her with a smirk.

“Hey, why’d you, like, stop? Keep going,” Kyle said, his voice full of lazy satisfaction. He watched her with a cocky grin, his cock still hard and twitching, ready to continue.

Jazmine took a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure. “I-I’m trying, Kyle... I just—” She trailed off, her voice faltering as she struggled to stay focused. The pleasure from Kyle's cock, while somewhat subdued by his slower pace, still pulsed through her, making it difficult to concentrate on her makeup.

She reached for her eyeliner, trying to correct the uneven line she’d made earlier. Her hand trembled slightly as she applied it, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. She needed to be precise, but each time Kyle’s cock moved inside her, her concentration faltered.

As she worked on her eyeliner, Kyle couldn’t resist the temptation. His hands roamed over her hips, and he started to increase his pace again, slowly at first, but gaining speed. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and arrogance.

Jazmine’s breath hitched as she felt the rhythm quicken. “Nnngh... Kyle...” she whimpered, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to steady her hand. She attempted to fix the smudged eyeshadow with a light touch, her attempts more hurried as she felt his cock sliding in and out of her at a faster pace.

The clapping sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, and Jazmine’s moans became more frequent. “Mmm... s-slow down... I-I need t-to finish...” she gasped, her voice straining to be heard over the noise of their passionate encounter.

Kyle, still driven by his ego and desire, sped up again. “Nah, you’re doing great,” he said with a smirk. “Just enjoy it. You’re not gonna get a better fuck than this today.”

Jazmine’s fingers fumbled with her mascara, her application uneven and smudged as she tried to keep her eyes open. Each thrust of Kyle’s cock sent waves of pleasure through her, making it increasingly difficult to focus on her reflection in the mirror.

She attempted to apply a final layer of foundation to even out the mess, but the task became nearly impossible. Her movements were erratic, her foundation streaked and uneven. “Mmm... I c-can’t... I can’t fix it...” she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. The increased speed of Kyle’s thrusts made her hands shake even more.

Despite her best efforts, Jazmine’s makeup routine was a chaotic blend of smudged lines and uneven coverage. Her brows were imperfect, her eyeliner a mess, and her eyeshadow streaked with imperfections. Her frustration was palpable, but she tried to push through, knowing she needed to finish before Kyle could get even more erratic.

Finally, Jazmine reached for her lip gloss, trying to apply it with a shaky hand. The glossy finish was uneven, the application rushed as Kyle’s pace continued to increase. The pleasure was overwhelming, her moans and whimpers mingling with the sound of her hurried attempts to complete her look.

Just as Jazmine finished applying the lip gloss, Kyle’s thrusts became more insistent. His breathing grew ragged, and he let out a low groan. “Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice strained and urgent.

Jazmine felt a rush of relief and satisfaction at having completed her makeup, despite the many mistakes. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and pleasure as she glanced at her reflection, the hurried work now a testament to her effort and Kyle’s relentless pace.

With a final, deep thrust, Kyle’s cock pulsed inside her, and he came with a throaty groan. “Fuck, Jazmine... you’re, like, amazing,” he gasped, his release spilling deep inside her.

Jazmine’s own moans were muffled as she clenched her teeth, the intense pleasure making it hard to stay composed. Kyle’s cum filled her, their bodies still connected as Jazmine’s efforts to complete her makeup routine had been marked by both her physical and emotional strain.

Jazmine hurriedly pulled her panties back into place, the delicate white lace soon-to-be damp from their activities. With a swift motion, she yanked her jeans back up, tugging them firmly over her hips. The denim felt snug, the fabric brushing against her sensitive skin.

She dashed into the bedroom, her movements quick and purposeful. Reaching for her heels, she slipped them on, the click of the stiletto heels punctuating her hurried steps. Adjusting them for a snug fit, she took a moment to ensure they were secure.

With one last glance around the condo, Jazmine grabbed her purse, her Slay and Stay kit, and headed toward the door. She swung it open and stepped out, the early morning sun hitting her face as she made her way to the set, her heart racing as she prepared for the busy day ahead.