Well the toner you use will depend on how much yellow, red, or “brassy” undertones you’re trying to correct or amplify.
so it really depends on what end result you’re looking for. If you don’t care that your blue has a teal or green look or that your purple looks a little pink then don’t worry too much about toner.
But if you’re trying to get a true color then you’ll need it. My suggestion is to ask a hair professional or sales rep at your local BSS who can asses your hair’s current color, the color you’re going for, and then help you determine which product is best for the look you want. :)
I bit my lip and tried my best to muffle my moans. Jesse had a sly smile on his face and he kept whispering things in my ear. “Damn, your pussy is so wet. MMMM. Does that feel good right there? Is that your spot baby? Are you going to cum for me? His fingers were probing deeper and my breathing was getting more labored. I glanced over and the couple that was previously engrossed in one another was focused on intently on us. I couldn’t tell from the way they were sitting but it was entirely possible that he was fingering her as well. I saw the look on her face. I’m sure it was the same one that I had, fighting desperately not to lose my composure. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I shut my eyes tightly and prayed that my tiny moans of pleasure weren’t audible to everyone in the entire place. “Jess, please, stop. Oh, please, I can’t take much more. I’m going to cum, please stop.” He started fingering me harder, deeper, first one finger, then two; I was squirming and trying to hold my breath. I was trying desperately not to cum, to fight the feeling but I realized that it was an exercise in futility. I could feel my juices flowing freely Jesse started using his thumb to rub my clit. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and I held on tightly. Never before had I experienced an orgasm in such silence before. I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings. I got my breathing under control and my sweetie was sitting there smiling and discretely smelling his fingers. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door right before I glanced back and saw the woman seated at the table, gripping the arms of her chair and her breasts heaving like she was in the middle of her own special moment.
Taisha felt the breath leave her lungs. She was literally breathless. Sounds, noises began escaping her lips. She wanted to hold them back but they had a mind of their own. She grunted and groaned. Before she knew what was happening, she felt tremors happening in her lowering body. Her legs were shaking and there was this strange, indescribable feeling of electricity coursing through her body. Her breathing was coming in short, raspy breaths now and she grabbed his head and held it to her mound, uncertain of anything, uncertain of everything, except the fact that she didn’t want this feeling to stop.
Jacinda shifted positions and was laying on her side a bit more. Her hand caressed Khari’s chest, down to his stomach and down his thigh. “I would probably have to think about it a bit more to be able to really explain how I feel right now but the best I can tell you right now is, I’m aroused by you feeling so comfortable with me that you can tell me the truth about anything. I like the idea that you care about me so much that you are willing to make yourself vulnerable and be completely honest about the things that make you … well, I guess the best word to use is ashamed. I’m not aroused by the lies you told me or the things you did in the past. I can’t change those things. They happened, they are over with. But I am aroused by the idea that today, here and now, you could make yourself so vulnerable, so open, so emotionally exposed that you would tell me things that scare you to tell me. It all feels very … intimate. I am turned on that you trust me enough to show me all the sides of you, even the dark sides. Does that make any sense at all to you?”