Paige Lasalle

Hot Sex

The heat wave in the middle of July was brutal! The sun had reached its zenith, and the city was unbearably hot. It was Dante’s Inferno in Manhattan. Maré drove around in his Ferrari 612 Scaglietti staying cool and listening to R. Kelly. He hit the West Side Highway to head home to eat and relax in his well-air-conditioned Charles Street penthouse.

Maré stopped at a red light in front of Chelsea Piers. To his surprise, he spotted his friend, Paige LaSalle. She was a tall, hot, Ebony babe with slender legs and flawless brown skin. Her long rufous hair was in a ponytail. Paige looked sexy in her white halter top and red shorts. Maré often had dreams about fucking her.

Maré called out, “Do you want to hop in, baby girl?”

Paige looked over at him and smiled. “Hey, Maré!”

“Is it hot enough for you?”

“Yes,” She answered. “Too fucking hot.”

“Hurry up and get in the car, baby girl,” Maré suggested. “It is too hot for you to be out there.”

Paige ran and hopped in the car. She kissed Maré on the cheek and sipped her bottled water. Paige felt so relieved that he had the air conditioner on full blast. She leaned back to get more comfortable. Paige’s perspired body aroused Maré. The sight of her sweat trickling down her abs was erotically sexy.

“Oh, my God, it feels so good here,” Paige said softly.

“Yes, that’s why I’m driving instead of walking around on a day like this. I’m on my way home to eat and relax. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving,” Paige answered.

“Cool. I’m going to cook you dinner as a late birthday present.” Maré told her. “You’re going to love my cooking.

At Maré’s glass penthouse on Charles Street, he made southern fried chicken wings with yellow rice and mixed vegetables. As they ate in the living room, Paige was in awe of the glass penthouse. She liked the money trees, the vast windows, and the Jean-Michel Basquiat paintings on the walls.

“Your place is amazing,” Paige said as she looked around. “The floor-to-ceiling glass, the view of the water, and the beautiful artwork. Your penthouse is a fit for a king.”

“That’s right, fit for the king of New York.” Maré smiled.

Paige laughed. “You’re too much.”

“Paige, we’ve always been real with each other, right?” Maré asked her softly.

“Of course we have. What is this all about?” Paige was curious.

“Well, I’ve been dreaming about you a lot,” Maré admitted. “Vivid dreams about us fucking, and it feels real. I know it’s weird, but I just had to tell you that, baby girl.”

“Don’t you think that’s strange?” Paige blushed.

“Hell no, it’s not strange! I’m a man that loves beautiful women.” Maré acknowledged. “You’re hot! I’m also a big fan of your adult movies. Maybe we should retire to the master bedroom and perform a scene. Is that okay with you?”

“You are a trip.” Paige chuckled. “Do you really think you can handle a porn star like me?”

“Yes, I know I can handle you, baby girl.” Maré winked. “Your sexy body belongs to me.”

Paige smiled and responded, “Well, let us find out, Maré.”

She stripped out of her damp clothes. Paige stood before Maré, looking like God’s most incredible creation. Maré gazed at Paige’s glistened toned body with a smile. Her perfectly defined six-pack abs really stood out.

“You’re a bad motherfucker, Paige!” Maré murmured. “I love that your body is all-natural, too.”

“I’m ready to fuck. Are you going to join me in the shower?” Paige responded.

“Come on, Goddess!” “With a sexy body like that baby girl, you know I am.” Maré signaled her to follow him.

Paige walked behind Maré with her hands on his ass. He put the lights on in the bathroom and undressed. Paige put the water on; the shower ceiling impressed her. It was the first time she saw a shower ceiling in a bathroom.

In the shower, they were kissing and touching. Maré lifted Paige by her hips and had her bouncing up and on his dick. He loved her perfect smile and the way she moaned and groaned. When she climaxed, she had the strangest look on her face, as if she had her first intense orgasm.

“Oh, wow.” Paige sighed. “You can fuck.”

“I told you I could handle you.” Maré jested.

Maré carried Paige to the master bedroom and climbed on top of her. He licked her cleaned navel and pussy, which drove her crazy! He inserted his dick in her pussy and began fucking Paige hard. Within seconds, Maré’s dick glistened with her pussy cream. Paige rubbed her nipples, and Maré felt her body tremble with pleasure as an intense orgasm overcame her.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me!” Paige moaned. “That dick is so fucking good.”

Maré turned her around and entered her doggie-style. The more she hollered, the more he pushed, working his dick in and out of her ass. They both climaxed with a thunderous roar. After that, Maré fell on top of Paige, trying to catch his breath.

“Your pussy is good, baby,” Maré whispered to her.

“You got me charged up,” Paige confirmed.

Paige crawled on Maré and rode his dick for all she was worth. She was sliding up and down on his hard dick like an exotic dancer. She reached an orgasm and screamed while she grabbed his chest. In seconds, Maré shot his load all over her breasts. Spent, they were lying in each other’s arms. The smell of sex filled the bedroom. Paige looked exuberant as she kissed him on the lips.

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