The Luck of Maré (Becky Lynch)

[Gianni Shamari]

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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