Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara

My lashes are generally a tragedy without help, like sad little twigs after a storm. So I’ve been wielding the Too Faced Better Than Sex Mascara 8ml like it’s a magic wand, and bloody hell, it delivers.

Why It’s a Screamer

This isn’t some limp wand that leaves you looking like a panda by lunch. One swipe and my lashes go from “meh” to “oi, check me out!”, long, thick, and blacker than my soul after a Monday morning. The 8ml tube’s a decent size, fits in my bag for emergency.. Been waggling it on for nights out, and it’s like my eyes are shouting, “Yes, I’m awake!”, even if I’m knackered.

Mascara Mishaps I’ve Dodged

This stuff’s saved me from some proper lash disasters, here’s what I’ve escaped:

The Clump Monster: No spidery legs here, just smooth, sexy volume.

The Smudge Apocalypse: Wore it through a sweaty club night, no raccoon eyes, just pure glam.

The Flake Fiasco: No crumbly bits down my face, it sticks like a champ.

Does It Live Up to the Naughty Name?

Smeared it on before a mate’s wedding, lashes so lush I reckon I outshone the bride (sorry, not sorry). It’s not actually better than sex, let’s not get carried away, but it’s damn close. That’s a romp worth having. Stays put all day, no faffing with

Kisses ,Nicola x

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