Midnight Love

Maré emerged from the taxi onto the vibrant streets of Hollywood, poised to conquer the City of Angels. The neon lights and the electric atmosphere enveloping him were exhilarating, his heart racing with anticipation. Striding down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Maré basked in the illusion of being the most prominent movie star in the universe. His bedazzling jewelry and Philipp Plein money beast hi-top crystal flame sneakers drew the attention of tourists, who couldn’t resist capturing his aura in their photos.

The night air was balmy, saturated with the mingling aromas of street food and perfume. The symphony of music and laughter was a sweet melody to his ears. Maré reveled in the spotlight, relishing every second of it.

“Hey man, your outfit is sick!” a passerby exclaimed, unable to contain his admiration.

Maré turned and flashed him a grin. “Of course it is. I only wear the best.”

The man nodded in agreement, and Maré continued, feeling like royalty. He took in the sights and sounds of the city, enjoying every moment of his time in Los Angeles.

As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about his life back in New York—the fast-paced lifestyle, the endless parties, and the beautiful women. But tonight, he was happy to be in the City of Angels, embracing the energy and excitement surrounding him and showing off his impeccable style.

Maré was taking selfies, throwing up the ‘W’ sign. A short, brown-skinned woman with long, dark brown braided hair and a loose-fitting red dress approached him. She was very friendly, and her wide smile and fuller lower lip stood out. Everyone was focused on her.

“Hey, Maré!” she said softly and sweetly.

“What’s up, girl?” Maré replied. “You look amazing. What’s your name?”

“My name is Kira Noir,” she answered.

“I love your name. You’re a star,” Maré told her.

“Thank you,” Kira giggled. “And yes, I am a star. I’m a porn star and model. What are you up to tonight?”

“Sleep in my bed.” Maré smiled.

“Fuck your bed. You can sleep in mine.” Kira replied.

“What?” Maré laughed.

“I’m never shy about expressing to a man what I want because I know what I want.” Kira continued. “Tonight, I want a sexy Black man with a New York accent. And that’s you. Come and hang with me. My Bentley is parked around the corner.”

“Let’s do this,” Maré responded.

The Bentley’s leather seats were cool against Maré’s skin as he slid into the passenger seat. Kira revved the engine, and they zoomed off into the night, the wind whipping through their hair.

“So, where are we headed?” Maré asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I know just the place,” Kira replied with a grin. “It’s a hidden gem in the city, a rooftop bar with the best views of LA.”

Maré nodded in approval. “You always know how to show a guy a good time, Kira.”

Kira laughed. “Well, I aim to please.”

As they drove, the city lights blurred past them, and Maré couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline. This was the life he had always dreamed of, the life of a Hollywood star.

When they arrived at the rooftop bar, Maré was speechless at the breathtaking view of the city. The lights of the skyscrapers twinkled like stars in the distance, and the warm breeze was a welcome relief from the heat of the day.

“Wow,” Maré breathed. “This place is incredible.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Kira said with a sly smile.

They settled into a table and ordered drinks, chatting and laughing as they took the view. Maré couldn’t help but feel a connection with Kira, like two stars shining brightly together in a constellation.

As the night wore on, they drove around the city, taking in the sights and sounds of LA. Maré felt alive, as if he were genuinely living in the moment. He knew this was a night he would never forget, filled with adventure, excitement, and the promise of so much more.

As they pulled up to Kira’s multimillion-dollar Hollywood Hills home, Maré’s eyes widened in amazement. “Wow, this place is incredible,” he breathed, taking in the sprawling estate that resembled Chateau Marmont. The stunning view of Los Angeles from the hilltop location made him feel like he was on a high-rise.

Kira chuckled at his reaction. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, turning off the engine. “Come on, let’s go inside.”

Maré exited the car and followed Kira up the winding walkway to the grand entrance. As they walked, he couldn’t help but be enchanted by the fragrant scent of the blooming flowers surrounding them.

Once inside, Maré took in the home’s opulence, from the high ceilings to the marble floors. “This is amazing,” he said, turning to Kira. “You live like a queen.”

Kira laughed, leading him to the living room. “I like to think of myself as a Hollywood princess,” she said, pouring each a glass of champagne. “But you’re the real king tonight.”

Maré raised his glass in a toast. “To living the dream,” he said, clinking his glass against hers. “And to this beautiful view.”

They sat on the plush couch, sipping their drinks and enjoying the stunning sight of the city below. The cool breeze from the open balcony doors added to the perfect ambiance.

“This is the life,” Maré said, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m glad you think so,” Kira replied, settling beside him. “I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”

“Well, it’s almost midnight, and I’m in the mood for some midnight love. Is that cool with you, baby girl?” Maré asked smoothly.

“Yes,” Kira answered.

It was midnight. They gazed erotically at each other, and then it happened. Kira dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. Maré helped her pull down his Versace boxers and pants. The sight of Maré’s big dick excited her as she caressed and began performing fellatio on him.

“Oh, shit, girl.” Maré moaned. “Suck that dick good, girl.”

Kira loved seeing the pleasure on Maré’s face as she worked on his dick with her mouth and throat. She had the insatiable need to pleasure Maré to the maximum. Kira moved her tongue back and forth over his balls, spreading her saliva over them. She stroked his cock as she swallowed his balls. Kira worked her hand and mouth in perfect unison for the best effect.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Kira suggested as she stripped out of her clothes.

Maré removed all his clothes. He followed her to the massive, dark main bedroom. Its luxurious and spacious feel immediately struck him. The cool black walls gave the room a warm and inviting vibe. Large windows surround the room, letting in plenty of natural light and offering a panoramic view of the city below. The bedroom’s centerpiece was a king-sized four-poster bed that featured a plush white comforter and an array of soft, decorative pillows. The bed was positioned in the center of the room, flanked by two sleek, modern nightstands, each with a matching lamp. On the opposite wall, a flat-screen television was mounted above a stunning fireplace with a cozy seating area in front. A gorgeous marble mantle framed the fireplace, adding elegance to the room.

“I love your bedroom,” Mare whispered. “I could relax here all day.”

“Thanks,” Kira smiled. “Now, come over here and eat my pussy.”

Snoop Dogg’s “Midnight Love” song played smoothly in the background as Kira lay on her back in the center of the bed for Maré. Her whole body glowed in the moonlight. She smiled as Maré knelt before her and performed cunnilingus until she climaxed. Kira wrapped her toned legs around his waist when his muscular body merged with hers, and Maré began thrusting her. The inside of her pussy was so wet and comforting that Maré sped up the pace. His dick slid in and out of her rapidly, shining from her wetness. Kira’s tits bounced back and forth from the pounding.

“It feels so good inside you.” Maré sighed. “I want to make love to your perfect body all night with my big dick.”

“Oh, I feel you, daddy!” Kira moaned. “Fuck me good. Yeah, get this pussy.”

Maré was ramming her pussy as he watched her flat belly flex with every thrust. Kira’s face strained with delight as her tits bounced from the hard fucking. She grabbed her boobs as Maré slowed down and leaned over to kiss her. Then he resumed fucking her fast. Kira was in ecstasy. She threw her head back, and her eyes rolled back to her head as she shivered and orgasmed.

“This is what I do, baby girl, give hot girls those epic orgasms. “I’m only satisfied if you cum first.” Maré winked.

Kira giggled. “That was so good. Men from New York hit differently. I want to ride you.”

“I have no problem being on the bottom,” Maré replied with a big smile.

He lay on his back, his dick sticking up. Kira straddled Maré, keeping her eyes locked on him. When she sunk onto his dick, she began riding him. Kira planted her hands on Maré’s chest.

“I’m going to hurt you.” She groaned.

Kira rocked her hips back and forth and crashed down balls deep. Maré grunted and gripped her moist ass cheeks. He thrust up into Malika, hitting her erotic spot deeply. Kira impaled herself on Maré’s dick repeatedly. The wet sounds and her soft, sexy moans filled the bedroom. Kira’s mouth widened, and her eyes rolled back.

“Cum on that dick, girl.” Maré encouraged her. “Cum for daddy.”

“I’m going to fucking cum.” Kira declared.

At that moment, a scream of ecstasy escaped Kira’s mouth as an intense orgasm rocked her body, and her pussy tightened around Maré’s cock. The erotic waves of pleasure took Kira places no other dick could. With a sultry smile, Kira leaned forward and kissed Maré while her orgasm subsided.

“You look so sexy cumming all over me,” Maré said.

“That was so good.” Kiraa continued. “You didn’t cum yet. It’s your turn to cum.”

“What’s your favorite position?” Maré asked.

“Doggy,” Kira responded.

“I want to cum in your ass,” Maré told her.

“Yeah.” Kira chuckled.

She kissed him again and quickly assumed the position with her perfect fat ass high in the air, making Maré’s access much more accessible. Maré couldn’t resist to slapped her butt. Kira’s booty jiggled with the slap, and her buttocks wobbled briefly. Then Maré plunged his cock into her. He moved in and out of her ass at a rapid pace.

“Oh, my God, look at that ass,” Maré spoke. “Damn! Your ass is serious.”

Kira obliged, pushed back against Maré’s dick, and rolled her hips up to meet his hard thrusts. She ground and twerked on his shaft like an erotic dancer. The pace of her thrusting back soon developed into a smooth rhythm, with her ass taking every inch of Mare’s cock.

“Yes, fuck me!” Kira cried.

“Keep backing that ass up like that, and you’re going to make me cum hard, girl,” Maré grunted.

He was reaming her so hard that his shaved balls slapped her ass loudly. Maré grabbed her hips and buried his shaft deep inside her. The sensation had him close to the edge. Kira screamed her climax, which triggered Maré to pump hot cum in her ass. Slowly, he slid his dick out of her and saw a creampie dripping out of her hole.

“Oh, my God, you made me cum so hard.” Kira sighed. “Incredible.”

“Sex is always incredible after midnight.” Maré winked smoothly. “Midnight love.”

Maré and Kira spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s bodies and sampling all the erotic pleasures they could as they explored and experimented.

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Maré & Tyla’s Magical Erotic Night

Maré, the New York billionaire playboy, stood eagerly awaiting her arrival outside Tyla’s hotel. He was about to whisk her away to the Met Gala, and his determination to make this a night she would never forget was unwavering.

As Tyla emerged from the hotel, Maré’s eyes widened in awe. He was confident he had chosen the perfect companion for this special night. Adhering to the Met Gala’s Garden of Time dress code, Tyla donned a strapless Balmain dress, a masterpiece crafted from three hues of sand and adorned with micro-crystal studs that shimmered with every step. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“You look stunning,” Maré said in a firm tone. “I’m glad you put in the effort to look your best for this night.”

Tyla’s smile radiated with confidence and empowerment, buoyed by Maré’s words. She was acutely aware of her beauty and was grateful that Maré saw it, too. “Thank you, Maré,” she said, meeting his gaze. “You’re looking quite dashing yourself.”

Maré offered Tyla his hand, and they walked towards the Met Gala venue. As they walked, Maré couldn’t help but notice the energy in the air. He knew this would be a night to remember, and he was determined to make the most of it.

The sound of the paparazzi’s cameras filled the air as they arrived at the venue. Maré led Tyla down the red carpet towards the entrance of the gala. The atmosphere was electric, and Tyla couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed. But Maré was there to guide her, and he ensured that she felt confident at every step.

Stepping into the grand ballroom, they were greeted by a breathtaking sight—a sea of flowers and sparkling chandeliers. The intoxicating scent of fresh blooms and live music reverberated in the air. Maré knew this was the epitome of glamour and luxury, the perfect setting for a night to remember.

Maré turned to Tyla and said assertively, “This is going to be a night you will never forget. You deserve to be here, and I will ensure you have the time of your life.”

Tyla felt a surge of confidence and excitement as she looked at Maré. She knew he was a man of his word and trusted him to show her the best time possible.

As they made their way to their table, Maré pulled out Tyla’s chair and sat beside her. They spent the rest of the night enjoying the delicious food, chatting with other guests, and dancing to the music. Maré ensured that Tyla felt special every step of the way, and he knew she was having the time of her life.

As the night ended, Maré escorted Tyla out of the venue and back to her hotel. “Thank you for tonight, Maré,” Tyla said, admiringly looking up at him. “It was truly unforgettable.”

Maré smiled confidently and said, “Of course it was. I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. You deserve to have the best of everything, Tyla.”

As they said their goodbyes, Tyla couldn’t help but feel sad that the night had ended. She asked Maré, “Would you like to come to my room?”

Maré’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and said, “I would love to.”

Tyla led Maré up to her hotel room, and as soon as they walked in, the stunning view of the city skyline struck Maré. “This is amazing,” he said, looking out the window. “You have a great view.”

Tyla smiled and walked over to the minibar, pouring a glass of champagne on each of them. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, handing him a glass. “I wanted to show you a little bit of my world.”

As they sipped their champagne, they talked about their favorite parts of the night. Tyla’s beauty and charm drew Maré, and he wanted to spend more time with her.

Tyla could see the desire in Maré’s eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, Maré felt a surge of electricity run through his body. He knew he wanted to be with Tyla and could tell she felt the same way.

Inside the main bedroom, the raw sound of sex emanated from the king-sized bed as Tyla rode Maré smoothly. Maré gazed up at her and moaned with pleasure. He loved the sensation of the sex and felt it was magical.

“Oh, God, this is magical! You are amazing!” Maré told her.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Tyla sighed. “You are incredible. You make me feel so good.”

As the passion built, they found the perfect rhythm as their hips moved together. Tyla took it up another gear, riding Maré faster. Waves of pleasure radiated through Maré’s body. He grabbed her tits, pinched her hard nipples, and squeezed them. Tyla loved every second of it as she felt herself nearing an orgasm. She closed her eyes, getting ready to cum.

“Cum on this dick, my South African princess.” Maré encouraged her. “I know you want to.”

“I’m cumming, Maré,” Tyla announced passionately.

At that moment, Tyla moaned loudly and had one intense orgasm on Maré’s dick. Chuckling, Tyla leaned forward and kissed him passionately.

“Yes,” Maré moaned. “That was dope! I love when you cum.”

“You make me feel so good,” Tyla beamed. “I’m shaking.”

Maré lay Tyla softly on her back. He licked her sexy, flat belly and navel. Then he licked his way to her pussy. Maré stuck his tongue out and began tracing circles around her clitoris. His movements were slow, steady, and rhythmic.

“The taste of you is sensational,” Maré slurped.

“Aww baby, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.” Tyla giggled. “Make me cum again.”

Maré continued his circle of ecstasy on her wet clitoris. Tyla pulled Maré’s face closer to her pussy. He placed two fingers in her vagina and stimulated her G-spot. Maré loved how her sexy body responded to the sensation. The panting and moaning of pleasure aroused Maré to extraordinary levels.

“You like that, baby?” Maré asked her. “Your sexy voice drives me crazy.”

“Yes, eat my pussy, Nature Boy.” Tyla purred. “I want to cum hard.”

Maré licked her clitoris sideways with light strokes of his tongue. He developed a steady rhythm as Tyla ground her pussy on his tongue. She was highly aroused and ready to climax. Maré was determined to make her cum again. So, he started at the top of her clitoris and licked downward until he reached the bottom of her labia. Then Maré moved straight back up, increasing the pressure this time. Tyla slowly arched her back as Maré’s tongue explored her. Maré continued performing cunnilingus on her until he stuck his tongue deep in her hole, quenching his thirst with her erotic fluid and sending Tyla over the edge and into ecstasy. Tyla wrapped her toned legs around Maré’s back as her body shivered.

“Yes, princess, cum for the Nature Boy.” Maré gulped. “I love your juices.”

Tyla quivered from the maximum pleasure she received. When her intense orgasm subsided, she pulled Maré on top of her. Tyla loved the feeling of Maré’s moist, muscular body on top of her. She was ready to take the sex to the next level.

“Fuck me.” Tyla spoked.

“You got it,” Maré replied. “I love being inside you.”

“Nothing is off limits when I’m fucking you. It’s your turn to cum.” Tyla winked. “I want you back inside my pussy.”

Tyla grabbed Maré’s dick and inserted it back in her wet pussy. She gasped at how deep Maré’s cock was inside her. Maré began thrusting her. He sped up the pace with authority. Tyla’s tits swayed up and down from the intense fucking. She wrapped her legs around Maré and had her hands on his ass.

“Your pussy is magical,” Maré murmured. “Oh, the pleasure is building and building. I’m not going to pull out.”

“No, don’t pull out. Cum deep in my pussy.” Tyla urged him. “I want to feel your hot cum.”

Tyla reached down and caressed Maré’s shaved balls and the hard dick moving in and out of her pussy. That sent Maré over the edge!

“Oh, shit. I’m going to cum!” Maré declared.

At that moment, Maré filled Tyla’s pussy with his warm cum. Once Maré’s orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out and rolled over on his back. Tyla snuggled up alongside him. Her head rested gently on his moist chest. The scent of their sexy bodies and the smell of sex filled the bedroom to the brim.

They spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies and sharing their deepest desires. Maré couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have met someone like Tyla, and he knew that he wanted to spend many more nights like this with her.

As the sun rose, Tyla turned to Maré and whispered, “Thank you for a magical night. It was truly amazing.”

Maré smiled and kissed her forehead. “No, thank you,” he said. “I had a wonderful time with you.”

As they drifted to sleep, Maré couldn’t help but feel grateful for the night he had spent with Tyla. He knew he had found something special and couldn’t wait to see where their relationship would go.

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Cinco de Mayo Ecstasy

The highly-anticipated Cinco de Mayo celebration finally arrived at a new restaurant in Union Square. The vibe was electric, and everyone reveled in the mix of classical Mexican and Latin music as they downed their free shots. Maré and his girlfriend, Zuleyka Silver, sat on the swing chairs by the bar, donning sombreros and beads.

Zuleyka, a tanned Mexican beauty with pretty raven hair and alluring brown eyes, is a famous soap opera actress who has appeared in The Young and the Restless. Her green dress perfectly complemented her figure.

“Thanks for coming out, Nature Boy!” Zuleyka exclaimed. “Today’s been a mess. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. The heavy rain and flooding…”

“Hey, it’s Sunday! The rain won’t stop me from enjoying my Cinco de Mayo fiesta!” Maré interjected. “I love the energy in this place.”

Zuleyka asked Maré, “What do you think of this restaurant?”

“I dig the ambiance of this place,” Maré replied. “The food is good, but the portions are small. I’m a fan of the oysters, though.”

“Yeah, they are small,” Zuleyka concurred. “The guacamole and tacos are killers, though! I also like their selection of beer.”

Maré chuckled. “It’s an excellent spot for happy hour! The free shots at 11 p.m. and the drink served out of a smoking skull are awesome! Plus, it’s the perfect place to make out with the hottest soap opera actress in the world.”

Zuleyka beamed and leaned in to kiss Maré.

Under the flashy neon signs, Maré and Zuleyka danced. Maré and Zuleyka swayed to the upbeat rhythm of the Mexican music, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. The bright lights and colorful decorations around them added to the festive ambiance of the place.

Zuleyka laughed as Maré spun her around, her dress twirling in the air. “You’re a great dancer, Maré!” she exclaimed.

“Thanks, Zuleyka. You’re not too bad yourself,” Maré replied, flashing her a charming smile.

The smell of delicious Mexican food wafted through the air, making their stomachs growl. “I can’t wait to try more of that guacamole,” Zuleyka said, licking her lips.

“Me too, but first, let’s groove to this music a little longer,” Maré said, pulling her closer to him. The lively music continued to play, and the two danced. They were lost in the moment.

“I love the feeling of your strong hands roaming my body.” Zuleyka sighed.

“I love your sexy body. Tonight, I’m trying to get naughty with a sexy Mexican goddess. I will please your body so you can cum for Daddy.”

“I want to fuck you so badly, Nature Boy!” Zuleyka flirted. “I am ready to fuck!”

“Do you want to get out of here and fuck me?” Maré whispered.

“Yes,” Zuleyka affirmed, “and I want to get out of this tight green dress too. I hope you are ready for me because I will jump on your ass, chulo!”

As they stepped inside Maré’s stunning duplex penthouse, Zuleyka’s eyes widened in amazement. She was speechless as she took in the luxurious surroundings, which included high ceilings, elegant marble floors, and sleek contemporary furnishings.

“Wow, Maré, this place is incredible!” Zuleyka exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Maré grinned, pleased by her reaction. “I’m glad you like it, Zuleyka. It’s my little slice of heaven.”

Zuleyka walked around the spacious living room, admiring the panoramic views of the city skyline. She ran her fingers over the soft gray sofa and plump velvet cushions, feeling the luxurious texture.

“Everything is so beautiful and perfect,” Zuleyka said, still in awe.

Maré walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s even more beautiful with you here, Zuleyka,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Zuleyka shivered, feeling a surge of desire run through her body. She turned to face him and looked into his dark, intense eyes. “Maré, I don’t know what to say. This is all so overwhelming,” she said, barely whispering.

Maré smiled and lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, Zuleyka. Just let me show you how much I care,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Maré took her by the hand and led her to his main bedroom. They immediately started kissing. The soft feeling of her lips had him aroused. Zuleyka was a passionate kisser. She stripped out of her dress and lay on the bed, nude and vulnerable. After Maré removed his clothes, he pushed her legs to splay them and glued his mouth to her lubed pussy. He was savoring the tastiest juice ever. Then, Maré stretched her outer labia to flick his tongue on the inner cunt and located her engorged clit. He began to suck it.

“Oh, yes!” Zuleyka moaned. “Don’t stop!”

She convulsed and writhed all over for the unbearable lust that Maré gave her. He ate her out passionately as he licked the sweet fluid off her pussy. After that, Maré continued to lick up her flat tummy and grabbed her firm tits to kiss them. She reached his head and held it. Maré loved looking at her beautiful face and brown eyes as she stared at him.

“You are so hot!” Maré murmured.

Zuleyka closed her eyes as they kissed. She lay back down, and Maré took his tongue on a bodily tour of Zuleyka. He gave her tits and pussy the most attention. Zuleyka moaned and giggled, which became the soundtrack of the bedroom.

“Yes, look how wet you got me, babe.” Zuleyka sighed.

She came for the third time as Maré ate her out with passion. Then Zuleyka pushed Maré down on the bed and climbed on top of him like a hungry cat. Zuleyka licked her pussy fluids off his lips and worked her way down his cock. She began devouring Maré’s dick with ease. He moaned loudly from her oral pleasure. Zuleyka smiled at him as she let the head of his shaft pop out of her warm mouth, licked it up and down, and then sucked the entire length without gagging.

“Baby, you will make me cum with your amazing mouth. Oh, God!” Maré groaned.

Zuleyka stopped performing fellatio on him and said, “Oh, no, baby, not yet. I want to ride that big black cock.”

With a sultry smile, Zuleyka positioned her soaked pussy above his dick and lowered herself. Then she worked herself up and down on Maré’s dick smoothly. He reached up and squeezed her tits, which triggered her to quicken the pace. The sweat raced down her body and dripped on him.

“Fuck it!” Maré growled. “Fuck it good, baby! Cum for Daddy!”

Zuleyka rode Maré faster as she held his bare chest. Her tight pussy wrapped around his dick like a warm embrace. Maré stared at Zuleyka, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. Lust gripped her exotic face. Maré thrust into her, synchronized with her moves down onto his dick. He liked seeing her tits bounce to the rhythm of their sex.

“I’m going to cum all over your dick, chulo!” Zuleyka announced.

Moments later, Zuleyka coated his dick with her wetness. Maré felt the pussy juice slid down his balls. Then he shot his seed into the depths of her pussy. The aroma of the sex fluids enhanced the bedroom erotically. They were in their bubble of hot sexual lust, and there was no way out.

After they recovered, Maré got between her luscious thighs. He inserted his shaft in her pussy, and began fucking her fast. The bed rocked at a fast and rocky tempo because of Maré’s driving dick.

“Oooh, yes, fuck this pussy harder!” Zuleyka moaned.

“That’s right, baby! I love your dirty talk!” Maré exclaimed.

He thrust into her with fury, smashing her pussy harder. Maré felt her pussy expand to accommodate the girth of his dick. Watching her eyes roll around, it was as if Maré was fucking the sex soul out of her body. He pumped away for a while before flipping her over and shoving his cock in her ass.

“Oh please, oh please, oh please, punish me!” Zuleyka begged.

“Yes!” Maré shouted.

Zuleyka reached down between his legs, grabbed his balls, and stroked them. With the wild rhythm they established, Maré knew they were close to climax. He went deeper, overwhelming her sexy body with uncontrollable lust. They both heaved deep sighs of contentment and anticipation.

“Cum in my ass, Maré!” Zuleyka demanded. “Make me cum!”

At that moment, Maré ejaculated deep in her ass, leaving a creampie. They moaned passionately, and then it was complete silence. They were sexually satisfied and out of energy. Therefore, the two lovers fell asleep in a warm embrace.

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Earthquake Sex

“Attention!” Mare shouted. “That was not an Earthquake in New York… I just like to get a little morning sex now and then. So, everyone, please relax and get back to normal. My fault.”

Bella Rolland laughed. “You’re so crazy.”

Field of Light: A Magical Night in New York City

Maré stepped out of the elevator onto the 58th floor of the SUMMIT One Vanderbilt, feeling the cool air of the towering skyscraper hit his face. He was a New York billionaire playboy who had seen it all, or so he thought. But as he turned the corner, he saw Indian fashion model and actress Anchal Joseph standing before a floor-to-ceiling window, her sleek black hair cascading down her shoulders and her hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight.

“Excuse me, Miss Joseph?” Maré said, approaching her slowly.

Anchal turned around, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes?” she replied, her voice soft and melodic.

Maré couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of her sari, the bright colors and patterns that seemed to dance in the light. “I couldn’t help but admire your outfit,” he said, gesturing to her dress.

“Thank you,” Anchal said, smiling politely. “It’s a traditional Indian garment called a sari.”

Maré nodded, his eyes still fixed on her. “I’m Maré,” he said, extending his hand.

Anchal took his hand, shaking it firmly. “Anchal,” she replied.

As they stood there, gazing out at the breathtaking view of the city, Maré couldn’t help but feel drawn to Anchal. He wanted to know more about her, to hear her voice again. “Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked, gesturing towards the door.

Anchal hesitated for a moment but then nodded. “Sure,” she said, and they set off down the hallway.

Maré and Anchal walked down the bustling streets of New York City, their conversation flowing effortlessly. The distant sound of honking cars and the chatter of people filled the air as they talked about their lives, interests, and passions. Maré couldn’t help but notice how her bangles jingled softly every time she moved her hand, and the scent of her perfume mingled with the fresh air.

“It’s always been a dream of mine to work in the fashion industry,” Anchal said, her voice filled with passion. “I love how clothing can express so much about a person without them even saying a word.”

Maré nodded, impressed by her dedication to her craft. “I can see that. You certainly have an eye for fashion.”

Anchal smiled, her hazel eyes lighting up. “Thank you. I’ve always loved the intricate details and the bright colors of traditional Indian clothing. It tells a story.”

As they continued their walk, the sun began to set over the city, casting a warm glow over everything. “It’s beautiful,” Anchal said, gazing at the skyline.

Maré couldn’t help but agree. “Yeah, it is. I never thought I’d find someone like you in a city like this.”

Anchal looked at him, her expression curious. “What do you mean?”

Maré shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Someone who’s not afraid to be themselves, who has a passion for something real.”

Anchal’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away. “Thank you,” she said softly.

They continued their walk, enjoying each other’s company as the city around them came to life with the vibrant lights of the night. Mauri knew that he had found something special in Anchal Joseph.

Maré and Anchal continued their walk, and as they turned a corner, they saw a breathtaking sight. The Field of Light, created by renowned artist Bruce Munro, was a vast expanse of illuminated spheres that glowed in various colors. The spheres were placed strategically to create patterns that seemed to dance in the wind.

“It’s beautiful,” Anchal gasped, her eyes wide with wonder. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Maré smiled, happy to see her enjoying the display. “It’s one of my favorite installations in the city,” he said. “It’s like walking through a dream.”

As they walked through the field, the spheres seemed to come alive, casting a soft glow on their faces. Gentle music filled the air, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Anchal touched one of the spheres, feeling its cool surface. “It’s like touching a star,” she said, smiling.

Maré chuckled. “Yeah, it is. I love how it creates a sensory experience—not just visual but also auditory and tactile.”

Anchal nodded, her eyes still fixed on the spheres. “It’s like a whole other world inside this field,” she said.

As they continued their walk, they talked about the installation and how it made them feel. The spheres seemed to dance around them, creating a magical ambiance.

“I feel like I could stay here forever,” Anchal said, her voice dreamy.

Maré smiled. “I know what you mean. It’s like time stands still in here.”

As they exited the field, the city’s bright lights engulfed them once again. But the memory of the Field of Light stayed with them, a magical moment they both shared.

As they walked away from the Field of Light, Anchal smiled at Maré. “Why don’t we continue this amazing night at my apartment?” she suggested. “It’s just a few blocks away at the Trump World Tower.”

Maré couldn’t help but feel excited about spending more time with Anchal. “Sure, that sounds great,” he replied, following her lead.

As they walked towards the towering building, Anchal described her apartment in sensory detail. “I have a breathtaking view of the city from my living room, and my apartment is filled with vibrant colors and textures that will leave you feeling energized,” she said, her tone playful and inviting.

Maré couldn’t wait to see it for himself. “You have a way with words, Anchal,” he said, smiling.

As they entered her apartment, Maré was struck by her accurate description. The living room was filled with vibrant colors, from the deep red rug to the bright blue throw pillows. The large windows offered a stunning view of the city below, and the room was bathed in a warm, cozy glow.

Anchal led Maré to the couch and offered him a seat. “Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked, heading towards the kitchen.

Maré took in the details of the apartment as he waited for her to return. He noticed the intricate patterns on the curtains and the beautiful artwork on the walls. The scent of exotic spices wafted from the kitchen, making his mouth water.

When Anchal returned with two glasses of red wine, Maré couldn’t help but comment on the aroma. “What is this?” he asked, taking a sip.

Anchal grinned. “It’s a special blend of spices my mother taught me to use in cooking. It’s called garam masala, a staple in Indian cuisine.”

Maré was impressed by her cooking knowledge, and they spent the next few hours talking about food, culture, and life. As they laughed and chatted, Maré realized he had found something special in Anchal. Her passion for life and her dedication to her craft were truly inspiring, and he felt grateful to have met her.

Anchal led Maré into her apartment, the scent of East Indian spices wafting through the air. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and colorful artwork, creating a cozy atmosphere. “Make yourself at home,” Anchal said, gesturing towards the living room as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Maré sat on the plush couch, admiring the stunning view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows. He couldn’t wait to see what Anchal had cooked up for dinner.

As Anchal emerged from the kitchen carrying a large platter of food, Maré’s stomach rumbled in anticipation. The aroma of cumin, coriander, and turmeric filled the room, making his mouth water.

Anchal set the platter on the table, revealing an array of dishes. Chicken tikka masala, lamb vindaloo, saag paneer, and naan bread were there. The colors were vibrant, and the dishes were garnished with fresh herbs.

“Wow, Anchal, this looks amazing,” Maré said, his eyes lighting up.

Anchal smiled, taking a seat across from him. “Thank you. I love cooking traditional Indian dishes. It’s a way to connect with my roots and share a piece of my culture with others.”

Maré took a bite of the chicken tikka masala, savoring the creamy tomato-based sauce and tender chicken. “This is delicious,” he said, nodding in approval.

Anchal grinned. “I’m glad you like it. Food is such an important part of Indian culture. It brings people together and creates a sense of community.”

As they ate, Maré and Anchal talked about their favorite foods, cultural significance, and the importance of sharing meals with loved ones. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by the occasional sound of silverware against plates.

“I think food is one of the most powerful ways to connect with people,” Anchal said, sipping water. “It’s a way to share a piece of yourself with others.”

Maré nodded, his eyes fixed on her. “I couldn’t agree more. There’s something special about sharing a meal with someone. It’s like a bonding experience.”

As they finished their meal, Anchal brought a tray of Indian sweets. There were gulab jamun, rasgulla, and jalebi; all made fresh by Anchal. Maré couldn’t resist taking a bite of each one, savoring the sweetness and texture of each dessert.

“This was amazing, Anchal,” Maré said, leaning back in his chair. “Thank you for sharing your culture with me.”

Anchal smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling. “Anytime. It was my pleasure.”

As they sat there, sipping chai tea and talking about their lives, Maré couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection with Anchal. The combination of good food, great conversation, and a stunning city view created a magical atmosphere.

As the night wore on, Maré knew this was a night he would never forget. It all started with a chance encounter at the SUMMIT One Vanderbilt.

As Mare was getting ready to leave, Anchal looked at him with a hint of sadness. “Do you have to go?” she asked softly. “It’s still early, and I don’t want this night to end.”

Mare paused, feeling a sudden surge of warmth in his chest. He had enjoyed every moment of the night with Anchal, and the thought of leaving her side was almost unbearable. “No, I don’t have to go,” he said, his voice low. “But I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

Anchal smiled, taking his hand in hers. “You could never overstay your welcome with me,” she said gently. ” I was thinking…why don’t you stay the night?”

Maré felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The idea of spending the night with Anchal was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be with her, to feel her warmth and hear her soft voice. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice uncertain.

Anchal nodded, her eyes shining. “I’m sure. I have an extra bedroom. Plus, I don’t want you to brave the cold night alone.”

Maré couldn’t help but smile at her kindness. “Okay, I’ll stay,” he said, his heart beating faster.

Maré couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. He had never spent the night with someone he barely knew, but something about Anchal made him feel safe and comfortable…

To Be Continued…

The Luck of Maré

Dublin is undeniably one of the most beautiful cities in Ireland, and there’s no better place to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. The streets are packed with people dressed in green, and the atmosphere is electric with the sound of traditional Irish music. Maré and his Irish girlfriend, WWE Superstar Becky Lynch, were in the thick of it all.

Becky was practically bouncing with excitement as they watched the colorful parade. “This is amazing! The energy is so intense,” she exclaimed.

Maré couldn’t agree more. “Absolutely! There’s no place like Dublin on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s like a massive party, and the vibe is infectious. The music, the people, the atmosphere… it’s all incredible,” he replied.

Becky nodded in agreement, taking a sip of her Guinness. “And the Irish are so friendly and welcoming. It’s like everyone’s in a good mood.”

Maré smiled, grateful for the warm reception they had received from the locals. “Yes, indeed. The Irish are renowned for their hospitality, and it’s not just a myth. Everyone we’ve met has been amicable.”

As they stood there, taking in the sights and sounds of the parade, several locals approached them, complimenting their outfits and asking to take selfies with them. This was a testament to the friendly nature of the people of Dublin, who valued human connections over technology.

Maré and Becky were having the time of their lives in Dublin, surrounded by the stunning scenery and warmth of the Irish people on St. Patrick’s Day.

The parade had just ended, and the streets were still buzzing with excitement. Maré and Becky walked among the crowd, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted from a nearby bakery, making Maré’s stomach growl.

“I’m starving,” he said.

“Me too,” Becky replied. “Let’s find a pub and grab a bite to eat.”

They turned down a narrow alleyway covered in vibrant graffiti. The sound of a street performer’s guitar echoed off the walls, adding to the lively atmosphere. As they walked, Maré couldn’t help but admire the intricate details of the murals on the walls.

“Look at this one!” he exclaimed, pointing to an awe-inspiring piece. “It’s like the tiger is jumping right out at you.”

Becky nodded in agreement, and they continued down the alley until they reached a cozy pub. They ordered traditional Irish stew and settled into a booth by the window. As they ate, they watched the iconic buildings outside light up with green lights, giving the city a magical glow.

“I could get used to this,” Maré said with a smile.

“Me too,” Becky replied, taking another bite of her stew.

Maré and Becky had been walking for hours, and their legs were tired, and their feet were sore. They decided to take a break and sat at a wooden table in the heart of Phoenix Park. As they rested, Maré looked around, taking in the lush green scenery surrounding them. The leaves rustled in the gentle breeze and the distant sound of birds chirping filled the air.

“Man, this park is beautiful,” Maré said, taking out her phone to snap a few selfies with Becky. “It reminds me of Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx, New York.”

“I’ve never been there,” Becky said, leaning back in her chair. “What’s it like?”

Maré smiled. “It’s a lot like this. Lots of trees and greenery. It’s one of my favorite places to go for a run or to relax.”

Becky nodded, looking around at the park. “I can see why. This place is so peaceful. I could sit here all day.”

Maré grinned. “Me too. But we should probably get going soon. We have a lot of ground to cover.”

With a sigh, the two friends gathered and stood up, ready to continue their adventure through the park.

After their long day of exploring Dublin, Maré and Becky decided to head back to Becky’s Victorian house to rest; as they walked through the front door, the smell of freshly baked bread and the sound of crackling fire greeted them.

“Ah, it feels good to be home,” Becky said, taking a deep breath.

Maré nodded in agreement. “Your house is so cozy and welcoming. I love the Victorian-style architecture.”

Becky smiled. “Thanks! I inherited it from my grandparents, and I’ve tried to keep it as close to its original style as possible.”

As they made their way to the living room, Maré noticed the antique furniture and the intricate details on the walls. “You’ve done a great job. It’s like stepping back in time.”

Becky chuckled. “Yeah, I like to think of it as my little time capsule.”

They settled onto the plush couch, sinking into the soft cushions. Becky turned on some traditional Irish music, and they sat in comfortable silence, listening to the soothing melodies.

Maré couldn’t help but notice the small details around the room, like the intricate floral pattern on the curtains and the soft glow of the lamps. “Everything is so beautiful and well-crafted. It’s like every piece tells a story.”

Becky nodded. “That’s what I love about this house. It’s full of history and character.”

As they chatted and sipped on hot tea, Maré couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm and contentment in Becky’s home. The warmth of the fire and the coziness of the furniture made him feel right at home.

“I could stay here forever,” Maré said with a smile.

Becky laughed. “Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. You know I love having you here.”

As they settled in for the night, Maré drifted off to sleep, grateful for the hospitality and comfort of Becky’s Victorian house.

Maré and Becky decided to head to her bedroom to relax after their long day of exploring Dublin. As they walked into the room, Maré couldn’t help but notice the cozy atmosphere. The room was dimly lit, with soft yellow lamps glowing warmly. The walls were adorned with vintage pictures and posters of classic movies, giving the room a touch of old Hollywood glamour.

Becky sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her. “Come on, let’s relax for a bit.”

Maré joined her, sinking into the plush pillows. “This bed is so comfortable,” he said, closing his eyes.

Becky laughed. “I know. It’s like sleeping on a cloud.”

As they lay there, they could hear the distant sound of rain tapping against the window. The room was filled with the sweet scent of lavender from a small diffuser on the nightstand.

“Is that lavender?” Maré asked, inhaling deeply.

Becky nodded. “Yeah, I love the scent. It’s so calming.”

They lay silently for a few moments, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. Then, Maré spoke up.

“Becky, thank you for inviting me on this trip. It’s been amazing.”

Becky smiled. “Of course, Maré! I’m so glad you could come. I couldn’t imagine experiencing all of this without you.”

Maré grinned. “Same here. And I have to say, your hometown is pretty incredible. It’s like something out of a fairy tale.”

Becky chuckled. “Yeah, Dublin has its unique charm. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

They continued chatting for a while, sharing stories about their lives and dreams for the future. As they talked, Maré felt a calm wash over him, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Eventually, Becky squatted on his lower back. Maré pulled his shirt off, and she proceeded to give him a massage. Becky worked at his neck and stroked down to the waist. The strain in Maré’s back was relieved instantly.

“That feels good, baby!” Maré spoke. “I haven’t had a massage in a minute. I love your hands.”

“I want to relax you before I fuck you!” Becky replied. “Can you fuck me hard? I need you to make my pussy dripping wet. Then put your cock in my mouth and cum on my face.”

Maré rolled over, and Becky worked on his chest and abs. Her sensual touching aroused him to an erection. Becky smiled and unbuttoned her red bra. They kissed once again. She pushed her tongue into Maré’s mouth and gently bit his lip. He cupped her resilient ass cheeks and heard her laughter. Then Becky slid her hand down Maré’s boxers and stroked his hard rock weapon. He moaned for the soft feel of her hand. Pushing his boxers down, Becky took him in her mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Maré groaned.

Becky smiled and then circled the crown of his dick with her moist tongue. She ran her tongue over Maré’s urethra and tasted the precum that oozed smoothly. Becky swallowed it and deep-throated like a specialist. Her suction talent made Maré think she would suck everything out of him. He felt his shaved balls tighten, and he knew his climax was about to ensue. Becky sensed it and diminished the sensation by calmly pulling on his balls and stretching the sack out. She giggled and took Maré’s dick out of her mouth, which came out with a sexy audible pop.

“I don’t want you to cum yet, baby!” Becky told him. “I want to ride that dick first.”

“You know how to handle me, baby girl,” Maré replied.

Becky crawled atop Maré and slid his big dick into her wet pussy. He groaned because he pushed his dick up her love canal. Becky rode Maré fervently. His cock twitched into her pussy, driving her deliriously as it slid against her G-spot. Maré grabbed her waist and pounded her erogenous receptacle. Becky screamed, grabbing Maré’s arms and raking his skin.

“You’re going to make me cum, baby.” Becky shuddered in lust.

Her avowal triggered Maré to hit her up to the hilt. Becky arched her back and moaned hysterically. Then Maré felt her pussy tighten around his dick, and she climaxed, coating his dick. Maré looked up and grinned; Becky closed her eyes, and her mouth opened. Panting in the aftermath, she reclined and splayed her legs like a lulled doll. Maré straddled her torso and guided his dick between her round tits, sliding it back and forth until she sucked him again.

“I love the way you wrapped your lips around my dick.” Maré quipped.

Becky said nothing and let him slide down. Maré grabbed her thighs open and pasted his lips on her quivering pussy. Becky moaned, and her chest heaved again as Maré licked, nibbled, and sucked her wet peach. Soon, she got aroused and shuddered. Maré heard her quivering voice; she implored him to keep up the excellent work. Maré lapped her snatch up and down like a hungry feline who avidly drinks milk from a pot. Becky grabbed Maré’s head and humped up. Her juices filled his mouth. Maré swallowed her honey, slurping her wet pussy until she climaxed. Then he kissed her thighs and again sucked all the juice out of her cunt.

“I want a taste!” Becky sighed.

“Taste it,” Maré replied smoothly.

They French-kissed; she let out a sexy moan, relishing the taste of her pussy with enjoyment. It was so erotic! She smiled and lay on her back. Maré stretched her pussy lips and slowly slid his dick into her slippery entrance; Becky grabbed his ass and forced him in as deep as he could. Maré did not hesitate to poke Becky’s pussy fast and hard. She groaned and moaned, assuring Maré that he was fucking the shit out of her! Maré looked down; his dick moved into and out of Becky’s glistening love hole.

“Yes, fuck me with that big dick! Fuck this pussy!” Becky bellowed.

“I’m going to cum, baby.” Maré hollered.

“Yes … yes … yes…” Becky encouraged him. “Cum for me.”

Maré pulled out and released the floodgates on her tits. Becky smiled as the cum dripped down her. With Maré’s dick still erect, Becky lay on her stomach and stuck her ass invitingly into the air. Becky’s ass looked so good that Maré gave it a good slap. He grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them. Then Maré placed the head of his dick at her rear entrance and slowly pushed inside her hole, facilitating him to go rhythmically. She was tight, but her ass gave way after Maré spat her asshole.

“Yes!” Becky squealed. “Fuck my ass! Please, fuck my pussy hard, babe! It’s yours!”

Maré fucked her ass harder and faster. His balls slapped her ass. He could not get enough of her. Pulling her hair, Maré rode her like a wild stallion. She bucked and went crazy. Taking his cock out, Maré entered her open cunt and wrapped his arms around her flat belly. Then he proceeded to ram her passage, hitting her G-spot yet again. Becky’s creamy cum oozed out of her pussy and coated Maré’s dick quickly.

“I love fucking your ass, girl!” Maré groaned.

“It’s all yours, baby,” Becky replied.

They generated so much heat that the sweat poured from their mingled bodies. Becky grabbed the pillow, and her mouth pressed against it before she could utter anything legible.

“I want you to cum for Daddy, baby!” Maré murmured.

“I’m fucking cumming!” Becky cried. “I want my face covered in jizz.”

Her ass tightened around Maré’s cock, and she climaxed with a loud shriek. This triggered Maré to pull his dick out of her ass. Becky faced him, and Maré ejaculated on her face. She grabbed his dick and put it in her mouth. Maré groaned as she sucked him dry. Then she looked up and licked the top of his dick.

“Wow, I’ve never had a pro wrestler suck my dick this good.” Maré expressed. “Shit, you are the best!”

“I’m the Man,” Becky jested with a giggle.

They walked to the bathroom, laughing and smiling. Becky turned on the shower; they stepped in. The shower felt like warm rain as it caressed their bodies. Becky laid her head against Maré’s chest, and he put his arms around her.

“The sex was amazing, girl!” Maré exclaimed. “You never fail to satisfy me!”

Becky laughed and said, “You’re crazy! Yes, it was great! I don’t know how often you made me cum, but I greatly enjoyed it!”

Becky grabbed the Irish Spring Body Aloe body wash and lathered Maré playfully. He did the same to her, washing her supple body. Becky enjoyed it as much as he did. The suds flowed down them, water taking all the cum and sweat off.

The shower refreshed them. They wiped each other dry, walked back into the bedroom, cuddled contentedly on the bed, and drifted off to sleep.

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Cruising to Love: Maré’s Date Night with Tyra

Maré confidently sat across from television personality, producer, and former model Tyra Banks at the soul food restaurant in Los Angeles. He could smell the delicious aroma of fried chicken and collard greens, which made his stomach growl even louder.

Maré scanned the menu and suggested, “You can’t go wrong with the chicken and waffles. It’s a classic dish.”

Tyra grinned, impressed by Maré’s assertiveness. “Sounds good to me,” she said.

Their conversation flowed smoothly, with Maré sharing intimate stories of his childhood and Tyra discussing her successful modeling career. When their food arrived, they both dug in, savoring the flavors of the Southern cuisine.

“Mmm, this is delicious,” Tyra said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Maré nodded, his mouth full of chicken. “I could eat this every day,” he said confidently. “I wish they had more sweet potato pie. I had a taste for it.”

As they finished their meal, Maré paid the bill and walked Tyra to her car. “I had a great time tonight,” he said, feeling a connection with her.

“Me too,” Tyra replied, smiling. “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

Maré grinned. “I’d like that. Let’s make it happen soon.”

As Tyra drove off, Maré watched her go, grateful for the opportunity to spend time with such a beautiful and intelligent woman.

Maré was cruising down the highway in his sleek black Bentley Continental GTC S convertible, feeling the wind in his hair and the music’s bass thumping through his body. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he saw Tyra’s name flash on the screen.

“Hey there,” he answered, a smile in his voice.

“Hey, Maré,” Tyra said, her voice soft and sultry. “I was just thinking about you.”

Maré’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah? What’s on your mind?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight,” Tyra said, sending shivers down Maré’s spine.

“Sure thing,” Maré replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “What did you have in mind?”

“I made some homemade sweet potato pie that I think you’ll love,” Tyra said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “And maybe we could watch a movie or something?”

Maré grinned. “Sounds perfect. What’s your address?”

Tyra gave him the address, and Maré punched it into his GPS. As he drove towards her house, he couldn’t help but feel excited and nervous simultaneously. This was a big step in their relationship, and he wanted to make a good impression.

When he arrived, Tyra greeted him at the door with a warm smile and a hug. “Mmm, you smell good,” she said, inhaling deeply.

Maré chuckled. “Thanks. You look beautiful as always.”

Tyra blushed. “Come on in. I’ll get us some plates for the pie.”

As they settled in on the couch, with the warm aroma of the sweet potato pie filling the air, Maré felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. This was where he belonged, with Tyra by his side.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” he said, taking a bite of the pie. “This is amazing.”

Tyra beamed. “I’m glad you like it. So, what movie do you want to watch?”

Maré shrugged. “I don’t care. Whatever you’re in the mood for, princess.”

They settled on Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, and as they snuggled on the couch, Maré fell deeper in love with Tyra. This was where he wanted to be, with her, forever.

The sexual attraction between them was mutual, and they needed to have each other. Tyra made the first move and pressed her soft, wet lips against his. Maré was aroused as Tyra French kissed him. Inhaling her sweet perfume, he kissed her back. Maré enjoyed the sensual touch of her lips and neck. After a few moments had passed, he pulled back to admire her natural beauty.

“You are so hot, baby girl,” Maré said softly. “Your face card never declines.”

Tyra blushed. “You’re making me so horny. Pull that dick out. Show me what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Tyra grabbed the zipper of Maré’s pants and then pulled them down, revealing his erection. Impressed, she licked the precum off the tip of his dick and swallowed it with a beam. Then she began performing fellatio on Maré like a pro, slurping as she drenched his cock with her saliva.

“Oh, baby…” Maré moaned

Maré was in ecstasy, admiring Tyra’s technique as he caressed her head and ran his fingers into her hair while she sucked him off. Maré felt his soul being touched by the softness of her tongue. The sensation was incredible. Tyra’s tongue smoothly massaged his dick as she continued to skillfully devour his dick orally, causing Maré to moan with pleasure.

After giving Maré a sloppy blowjob, Tyra was ready to take this erotic session to the next level. She pulled her pants down and climbed on top of Maré. She began riding him in the cowgirl position. Bouncing miraculously on his thick stiff dick, Tyra’s eyes were filled with ecstasy as she looked at Maré. He was in euphoria playing with Tyra’s tits as she bounced happily on his dick.

“You look so hot riding my dick, baby girl.” Mare groaned.

“I love being on top,” Tyra winked with a moan.

She arched her back as she came. Maré watched as her body trembled from the sensation of her first orgasm of the night. The sweet, erotic scent of Tyra’s sex filled Maré’s nostrils exquisitely.

She stood up and said, “I’m ready to fuck in the bedroom. Take all your clothes off.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” Maré replied smoothly.

He watched as Tyra stripped out of her matching yellow Victoria’s Secret bra and panties and then became more aroused seeing her in her naked splendor. Maré gently let all his designer clothes fall to the floor.

In a sultry tone, Tyra said, “I heard you’re the best eater. You’re every hot girl’s favorite eater. It’s my turn to have my pussy eaten by the greatest eater. You know what type of time I’m on.”

She led Maré to her primary bedroom. Maré playfully pushed Tyra onto the queen-sized bed. She laughed as she spread her toned legs. Her light cinnamon complexion skin glowed exquisitely in the dim overhead lights.

“I’m finally about to live out my high school fantasy,” Maré beamed. “I fantasized pleasuring you since I saw you on the cover of the 1997 winter swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.”

Mare kissed her lips and then sucked her firm, round tits. His tongue swirled around her erect nipples as if they were Hershey’s kisses.

“Mmm, I see you like my tits.” Tyra sighed. “Yes, have your way with them.”

After giving her natural 34C tits enough attention, Maré licked down to her belly button and then began performing cunnilingus on Tyra. He sucked on her clit and licked every inch of her shaved pussy. When he poked his tongue deep into the depths of Tyra’s pussy, she screamed and arched her back. Moaning loudly, Tyra was rubbing her boobs, enjoying the pleasure.

“Yes, eat my fucking pussy.” Tyra panted heavily. “It’s yours!”

Maré continued his erotic masterclass on Tyra’s pussy, pleasuring her to the maximum. He couldn’t get enough of her pussy. The more he ate, the more his cravings grew. Maré did things to her sexy body that drove her wild. Tyra’s orgasm was sudden and intense as her body convulsed in pleasure. Maré glued his mouth to her pussy until her orgasm subsided. His mouth was wet with her juice. Eating Tyra’s pussy and watching her tremble from ecstasy had him in euphoria.

“I could watch you cum all night, girl,” Maré told her. “I’m going to love making you cum all night long.”

“I want you inside me,” Tyra replied. “Fuck my pussy, please.”

Maré got between her legs and quickly slid his hard cock inside Tyra’s pussy, which was so wet. Thrusting slowly but quickly sped up the pace; Maré loved the velvety feeling of her inner walls as his dick moved in and out. Maré dreamt of this moment of fucking one of the most iconic supermodels. He was determined to give her the best fuck ever.

“This is my fucking pussy,” Maré moaned.

“Yes, this is your fucking pussy.” Tyra screamed. “Fuck me! Take this pussy!”

Maré held her tits firmly and fucked her harder. Tyra shrieked as her hazel eyes rolled back. She was having one orgasm after another. Her juices painted his big dick. Maré slowed the pace to catch his breath and kissed her lips. The feeling of her trembling tits pressed against his robust chest seemed to energize him.

Maré flipped her over on all fours and said, “Oh, that ass looks so good.”

“Fuck my ass good, Nature Boy,” Tyra demanded.

Maré gently inserted his dick into Tyra’s hole, and she moaned. He began banging her like a superstar freak. Moving in a rhythmic motion, Maré’s pelvis slammed repeatedly against Tyra’s voluptuous ass. The wet slapping of their skin echoed throughout the bedroom.

“Throw that ass back, baby,” Maré said. “That’s right! There we go. Yes!”

Tyra threw her ass back, taking every inch of Mare’s shaft from behind. Maré watched with delight as his dick moved in and out of Tyra as he spanked her bubble butt. The bedroom was filled with erotic pleasure and enjoyment.

“You like fucking my ass, baby?” Tyra asked.

“Yes, I love it,” Maré answered her with a grunt.

“You feel so good inside of me.” Tyra moaned out.

“I’m going to make sure you know I got the best dick,” Maré promised.

His dick hit her deeper and deeper, and his thrusts made him go balls deep. The pleasure was so intense that Maré couldn’t prolong his release any longer. He ejaculated deep in Tyra’s ass.

Tyra looked back at Maré, “Give me all that cum.”

Mare pulled out and watched his hot cum dripping out of Tyra’s hole. Seeing it was erotically iconic. Tyra wheeled around to face Maré and sucked him dry.

Sounding sexy, Tyra asked him, “How are you feeling?”

“Great!” Maré responded excitedly. “Fuck! The King of New York fucked the BanX! How dope is that?”

Tyra chuckled. She kissed Maré as she stroked his cock. Fully charged, Tyra pulled Maré on top of her for another round of hot, raw sex.

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Unwrap Me

Link Up Tonight

Erotic Pink Halloween

The rooftop of an Upper East Side luxury high-rise tower was alive with the scent of pumpkin spice and the sounds of laughter and chatter as guests gathered for the annual Halloween party — the eerie shadows cast by the flickering jack-o-lanterns added to the spooky ambiance. The DJ spun a mix of spooky tunes while the clink of glasses and crunch of autumn leaves filled the air. Sipping hot apple cider from a steaming mug, New York billionaire playboy “Nature Boy” Maré, dressed as Spawn, enjoyed seeing friends in elaborate costumes. The gentle breeze carried the sound of spooky stories and shrieks of delight as party-goers played games and enjoyed the night. As the moon rose higher in the sky, the party-goers continued to dance and socialize, relishing the spooky atmosphere in the city’s heart.

As Maré gazed at the breathtaking Manhattan skyline, a striking fair-skinned Black woman in a Barbie costume caught his attention to the right. Her name was Solé, and at only 26 years old, she reigned as one of the world’s top fashion models. Her legs were toned to perfection, and her face radiated with beauty pageant-worthy features. Her baby hair and makeup were naturally flawless, but what stood out most were her wing-tipped eyelashes that perfectly complemented her sexy brown eyes. She flashed him a radiant smile that left him feeling captivated. Maré returned her smile and gave her a confident nod.

“Look at the sexy Black Barbie!” Maré exclaimed.

Smiling, she approached Maré and replied, “Hey, Maré! I love your Spawn costume!”

“Thanks, it was a last-minute decision. I wanted to wear something that stood out from all the Ninja Turtles, Blue Beetles, and Barbies roaming the streets.” Maré smiled.

“What? This is the year of the Barbie!” Solé shouted. “Barbie is one of the highest-grossing Warner Brothers movies of all time, and pink is the dominant color of 2023. Look around, it’s pink Halloween!”

“Whatever, I’m just here to have a good time and enjoy the music, Barbie,” Maré replied playfully.

“So, let’s have a good time, Spawn!” Solé suggested. “Show me your sexy moves.”

Moments later, they danced to the popular hip-hop and R&B Halloween songs blaring crisp through the speakers. The spooky freak was on as they bumped and ground to Rockwell’s “Somebody’s Watching Me,” Whodini’s “Freaks Come Out at Night,” and Bobby Brown’s “On Our Own.” Staring at each other, it was clear that their sexual attraction and lust were intense. They both wanted each other badly on this Halloween night.

“I want you to stay with me for the night,” Solé whispered.

“You want the King of New York to stay with you tonight?” Maré asked.

“Yes.” Solé smiled. “Come downstairs with me to my apartment. I want to fuck.”

“Cool,” Maré beamed. “I always wanted to fuck a Black Barbie. Shit, fucking with me, you’ll climax harder.”

Solé’s primary bedroom was dimly lit by a flickering candle on her nightstand. The cool autumn breeze sneaked through the slightly cracked window, rustling the curtains and chilling the room. The room smelt of pumpkin spice and cinnamon, with a hint of perfume lingering in the air. A black satin sheet covered the bed, adorned with spiderweb lace and a plush orange throw pillow.

Maré and Solé slowly stripped out of their Halloween costumes. Solé scanned Maré’s body and bit her lip in delight. She loved that his dark, perfect, chiseled body wasn’t covered with tattoos. The light from the flickering candle highlighted his muscles exquisitely. Maré was also impressed with Sole’s inkless athletic figure. Every inch of her body was sculpted to perfection.

“Nothing is sexier than someone who wants you just as much as you want them,” Solé spoke.

She knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. A passionate sigh escaped Maré’s mouth as he slightly rocked his hips, smoothly pumping his dick into her warm mouth. Solé worshipped Maré’s soul pole like her favorite chocolate before she took it down her mouth. After she got his cock wet and hard, Solé slid on the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread. She beamed with anticipation of getting the best dick on Halloween night. Maré gazed at her perfectly trimmed pussy that commanded his attention.

“That pussy is calling my name,” Maré murmured.

He climbed on Solé, performing cunnilingus on her with sensual tenderness. Maré licked and sucked her clit like a master pleaser. The taste of Solé’s pheromones reached his dirty mind from his tongue and drove him wild.

“You like this pussy,” Solé moaned as she arched her back from the pleasure coursing through her body. “You love oral sex. You’re going to make me cum with your tongue.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Maré slurped. “To make you cum. Your pussy is tasty.”

He gave her hard nipple attention with his fingers while he continued eating her out. Solé’s eyes rolled back from the pure blissful pleasure that hit her body. At that moment, her wet pussy trembled as she squirted her erotic juice all over Maré’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Solé sighed. “You made me cum so good. Fuck me.”

Looking into her eyes, Maré inserted his dick into her pussy and moaned from the pleasurable feeling. He began thrusting her and found himself more in lust with her than ever. In a steady rhythm, he pushed in and out, sliding his stiff, veined dick back and forth against the succulent walls of her pussy.

“It feels good inside you, girl,” Maré murmured.

“This is your fucking pussy,” Solé responded. “Take this fucking pussy.”

She grabbed Maré’s moist ass, squeezed it, and pulled him deep into her. Maré was balls deep inside Solé, all eleven inches of his shaft completely inside her wet entrance as his balls smacked against her soft ass. The tip of his dick rammed up against her cervix. Maré felt her inside clenched his thrusting cock.

“Baby, I’m going to cum!” Maré declared.

“Yes, fucking cum in that pussy!” Solé encouraged him. “Cum in that pussy!”

The dirty talk triggered Maré to pump vigorously in and out of her tender pussy. The moaning and groaning that spewed from their mouths filled the room. Simultaneously, they climaxed. Maré’s dick spurted loads of warm cum deep inside Solé as she squirted her erotic fluids across his balls and thighs.

“Wow,” Maré replied.

“So good.” Solé felt. “I came so hard.”

They kissed and cuddled while Maré’s dick throbbed in Solé’s pussy. Then Maré sat between her legs, smiling in the post-orgasmic glow, and trailed his fingers deliciously over her abs.

“Sexy,” Maré smiled.

Solé giggled. “Happy Pink Halloween.”

Moments later, they snuggled under the covers, feeling cozy as they drifted off to sleep. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of police sirens. It was a perfect Halloween night with spooky music and great sex.

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