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Do I have your permission to go lower? I looked away from the oval mirror in front of me and turned around to my makeup artist. She stared expectantly, waiting for my response.

I gulped. Yes, please. I returned my attention to the mirror and tried to steer my thoughts away from her sexy body.

But how could I not?

When I stared into the mirror, her reflection was all I could see.

Her ass was round to perfection, jiggling beneath her skimpy black dress, as she proceeded with the rest of my makeup.

As an actress, I had my makeup done by the best makeup artists in the industry, but I had never

been so intrigued by the sexy body of my makeup artist.

We were on a trailer, on set, and the rest of the crew had left the makeup artist and I alone

in the dressing room. She seemed more comfortable working on my face in private, her hands gracefully

moving around my face, as she kept swiping with a variety of brushes. She stepped backward, bent over, and applied some makeup on my

chin. She tilted my head down, and in this position, all I could see was the fullness of her

breasts. Her breasts were so round and full, I wondered if they were real. I identified as bisexual, but only a few people

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