Maré was at the center of the lively crowd at his opulent East Hampton mansion, where the energy was electric. The thumping beat of Dr. Dre’s “Nuthin' but a ‘G’ Thang” filled the air, and no one could resist the urge to dance. The party was a ’90s hip-hop-themed extravaganza and nothing short of magnificent. The guests dressed to the nines in popular ’90s fashion, including Cross Colours, Karl Kani, Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica, and Coogi, adding to the party’s nostalgia. The walls were adorned with ’90s photo backdrops that took the guests back to their younger years.
Maré was dressed to impress in his short-sleeved vintage multicolored Tommy Hilfiger shirt, baggy Nautica denim jeans, and Air Jordan XIV sneakers. As he danced with Monica to the rhythm of Bell Biv DeVoe’s “Poison,” he showed off his latest dance moves that impressed her. Monica looked stunning in her black and white plaid button-down flannel, blue jeans, and matching Converse All-Stars sneakers as she moved up and down around Maré’s body. The party was a feast for the senses, brimming with energy, music, and nostalgia.
Monica enjoyed the music by saying, “I like this!”
Maré smiled at her and said, “I didn’t know you liked New jack swing music!”
Monica confirmed, “I like any music with a banging up-tempo beat!”
They both laughed as Monica continued swaying to the music. They danced to Black Sheep’s “The Choice Is Yours” and A Tribe Called Quest’s “Award Tour.”
Samantha, Monica’s busty blonde girlfriend, joined them on the dance floor wearing yellow overalls, tinted shades, and a Gap cap. She joked, “Can I dance with my girl now, Maré? You already had your time!”.
Maré replied, “Of course, dance with ‘Ruby Rose,’ baby girl!”
Samantha chuckled and thanked him.
Maré walked off the dance floor and grabbed a bottle of Moët. He stood against the wall to soak up the atmosphere and surveyed the area. He noticed a familiar face - the film star, Harley Dean. She was a tall, light brown-skinned beauty with Asiatic eyes, smooth black hair, and a wicked smile. She wore vintage ’90s Tommy Hilfiger spell-out color block rap jeans and a matching retro Tommy Hilfiger crop top. Maré watched as she slipped inside one of the bathrooms upstairs. After she closed the door, he slowly eased beside it and put his ear to it.
“Oh, my God! Yeah! Oh, yes!” Harley Dean moaned loudly with pleasure. Then she breathed languidly. “My pussy needs a good pounding.”
She was masturbating. Maré felt his dick proliferating, wanting desperately to escape the confining material of his denim jeans. Dirty images of Harley Dean fingering her wet pussy appeared in his head like a solo masturbation porn scene.
When she emerged from the bathroom, Harley Dean seemed surprised to see Maré standing in the hall with a Nokia flip phone and a bottle of Moët in his hands.
“What’s up, Harley?” Maré said to her.
Harley Dean smiled and responded, “Hi, Maré! The King of New York!”
“We both look good in our Tommy Hilfiger gear.” Maré greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.
She stepped closer to Maré. It seemed like sexual attraction was building up between them. Harley Dean looked so sexy up close with her dirty girl smile. Her tits were touching his chest, and she smelled good. Her Guilty by Gucci perfume was enhanced by her sweat's sharp but pleasant aroma.
“Maré, I am horny as fuck now,” Harley Dean murmured as she sipped his Moët. “Do you know what I was just doing in that bathroom?”
“You were rubbing that sexy pussy of yours!” Maré answered.
Harley Dean chuckled, leaned in closer, and kissed him. “That’s right, King of New York! I was playing with my soaking pussy! Now, I’m all charged up and need a big black monster cock! Can you give me what I want?”
Maré pulled his erect dick out and answered, “What do you think?”
With a smile on her face, Harley Dean grabbed his dick and stroked it quickly. After that, Maré took her by the hand and led her to the main bedroom. He dimmed the lights and stood in front of the large window. Harley Dean stripped out of her clothes as if she was on fire. Blessed with a toned and fit body and gorgeous boobs ready for sucking and squeezing, every inch of Harley Dean’s body was worthy of worship.
After taking off his clothes, Maré hiked up to her and stuck his tongue in her warm mouth. He could taste the Moët on her tongue. Harley Dean’s tits felt firm against his chest.
“Now, it’s time for us to be knockin’ da boots like 1993!” Harley Dean winked.
She lowered herself and began hungrily sucking his dick. Maré moaned in pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she dreamily performed fellatio. Harley Dean was drooling and making big, sloppy slurp sounds. She even sucked and tickled his balls with her tongue. Then she turned up the tempo of her oral and manual strokes, which almost made Maré’s knees buckle. She brought him to the brink of cumming, but didn’t let it happen as she stopped her oral magic.
“Oh, my God, you’re a pro!” Maré sighed.
“I don’t want you to cum yet!” She chuckled. “Come here and stick that tongue in my pussy!”
“You got it,” Maré responded.
Harley Dean got in the bed and spread her toned legs. Maré gazed at her sexy body as he licked his lips. First, he gently licked her ankle and then explored his way upward to her shaved, moist box. Maré poked his wet tongue into her moistness and placed his lips firmly around her clit. Harley Dean giggled and moaned. Then Maré began sucking and flicking his tongue on her clit. She screamed and moved her body as if she had been shocked. Harley Dean pushed Maré’s face away when she couldn’t take it anymore.
Convinced he was the best cunninglinguist, she confirmed, “You’re the best pussy eater ever! No man ever ate my pussy that good before!”
“I’m the master of cunnilingus, girl!” Maré said as he licked his lips. “I made numerous women squirt multiple times with my magic tongue!”
“Stick that big black cock in me! Fuck me now!” Harley Dean demanded, her eyes dreamy with lust. “I need my sexy pussy stretch! I want to feel your dick inside me!”
“Yes, I’m ready to beat that pussy up!”
Maré eased his cock inside Harley Dean. Her pussy was tight, moist, and hot. Resting his hands on Harley Dean’s tits, Maré began pumping her pussy hard. He felt her wet vagina stretching, slowly accommodating his girth. Maré began to push into her tiny opening faster, which made her moan and shriek. After a while, Maré was drilling her deeper than ever. He felt her cunt stretch wide tremendously. Overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness, Harley Dean flashed him her epic O-face.
“Fuck me,” Harley Dean panted. “Fuck me hard! Don’t stop!”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby!” Maré told her.
Her pussy was so wet that Maré’s cock slipped out; much to her dismay, he stroked it to keep it erect. The bedspring squeaked as he pounded her harder. Harley Dean squealed with delight and began grunting louder with each thrust.
“Oh, I want that black cock up my ass!” She uttered.
Harley Dean crawled to her pants and tossed him a tube of lube. She came prepared to get fuck at this party. Then she got on all fours with her smooth ass sticking in the air. Her ass was the perfect combination of a fat booty and an athletic firm buttock. After Maré greased his cock up and squirted lube onto Harley Dean’s asshole, he wedged his dick into her hole and began banging her. He pumped in and out of her ass hard and fast.
“Oh, I love fucking your ass!” Maré expressed. “I could leave my cock in your fuck hole all night!”
Maré looked down, watching his dick move in and out of her ass. He reached around, grabbed Harley Dean’s tits, and squeezed her nipples.
“Fuck me, Maré!” She begged. “Fuck my ass!”
Maré grabbed a handful of her long hair and banged that ass fervently. He was in a frenzy, fucking her like a sex-craved maniac. Harley Dean pushed her ass against his straining cock. His balls slapped her ass, and the erotic sound was hardcore music to their ears. Harley Dean’s ass tightened around Maré’s cock, and she climaxed with a loud shriek. This triggered his ejaculation as he left a creampie in her asshole.
“Fuck!” Maré moaned as he rolled on his back.
Harley Dean climbed on top of Maré and happily rocked up and down on his shaft. He gripped her sweaty hips as she squatted on his dick. Harley Dean gave Maré the ride of his life. She seemed to enjoy raising herself up and then dropping quickly back on his cock. Harley Dean bounced all over his ebony pole. Flecks of cum clung to his dick.
“Ride it, baby!” Maré shouted. “Work this dick!”
“I’m going to cum again!” She announced.
“Oh, shit, I’m going to blast off!” Maré hinted.
They climaxed simultaneously as their bodies shuddered and trembled. Harley Dean’s light brown fit body and Maré’s dark brown muscular body seemed to meld into one as they lay serenely stationary. Harley Dean flashed open her eyes and looked at Maré with a wondrous, satisfied look.
“That was awesome!” Harley Dean expressed. “You gave me just what I needed!”
“No doubt. Thanks for letting me fucked the perfect pussy!” Maré kissed her. “Porn stars are the best lovers!”
“Sex is our expertise!” Harley Dean smiled. “We love fucking!”
“That’s right!” Maré agreed with a laugh. “We created ’90s cunt renaissance in this bedroom! The 1990s was the best decade.”
They got dressed and partied the night away ’90s style.
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