Dark & Cream (Lizzie Ryan)

[Gianni Shamari]

 

Billionaire playboy "Nature Boy" Maré strode into the private gym of his East End luxury building, his purposeful footsteps echoing off the walls. The room bathed in a soft, golden light, accentuating the state-of-the-art equipment's gleaming chrome and polished wood. He approached the weight rack, his eyes narrowing with determination as he selected a set of heavy dumbbells.

The sound of clinking metal fills the air as Ken began his workout. His muscles flexed and strained with each powerful repetition, and beads of sweat formed on his brow, a testament to the intensity of his effort. The faint scent of cologne mingled with the refreshing aroma of the gym, adding to the aura of luxury and exclusivity.

"Looking strong, Maré," a voice called out from the doorway.

Maré glanced at his trainer, Lizzie Ryan, entering the gym. She was a tall Eastern European beauty from Czechia with long brown hair, flawless bronzed skin, and a fit body.

"Hi," Maré responded with a smile.

"How's the workout going?" Lizzie asked.

Maré paused, his chest raised, and fell with controlled breaths. "Pushing myself to the limit, as always," he replied, his voice resolute and unwavering. "I need to be at the top of my game, especially now."

Lizzie nodded in approval, her eyes reflecting unwavering support. "You've got this, Nature Boy. A few more reps, and you'll be ready for anything."

Motivated by her words, Maré resumed his workout with fierce determination. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the steady hum of the air conditioning surrounded him. With each powerful movement, a sense of triumph and unyielding resolve filled the room, blending with his heartbeat and the rustle of his clothing.

As Maré completed his workout, a deep sense of fulfillment washed over him. He wiped the sweat from his brow and met Lizzie's approving gaze. "Thanks, Lizzie. Your support means everything," he said, his gratitude palpable.

With a confident nod, Lizzie replied, "You're unstoppable, Maré. Keep pushing."

As Maré strode out of the gym, a potent air of accomplishment lingered, a testament to his unwavering dedication and unrelenting drive.

Maré cruised through the bustling streets of Manhattan in his sleek, black Ferrari. The wind tousled his hair, and the sun cast a warm glow over the cityscape. The city's vibrant energy enveloped him, and the thumping bass of his favorite playlist filled the air, creating a pulsating rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the heartbeat of the metropolis.

As Maré navigated through the traffic, honking horns and distant sirens mingled with the music, creating a symphony of urban life. The scent of street food from vendors wafted through the air, adding a tantalizing aroma to the sensory experience.

Lost in his thoughts, Maré reflected on his intense workout at the private gym and the encouraging words of his trainer, Lizzie. Her unwavering support and belief in his abilities echoed in his mind, fueling Maré's determination and drive.

Suddenly, a voice from the radio interrupted my reverie, "And that was a new track from DJ Khaled, keeping the city grooving on this beautiful day!"

Maré couldn't help but smile at the fortunate timing of the DJ's words. It felt like a sign, a reminder to stay focused and keep pushing forward.

As the skyscrapers loomed overhead and the city lights began to twinkle with the onset of evening, Maré couldn't shake the gratitude for Lizzie's encouragement. "Thanks, Lizzie," he murmured to himself, the words carried away by the rush of the wind.

The city's energy seemed to infuse Maré with renewed purpose as he continued to drive. The music blared as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of the open road.

Moments later, Maré stepped into his East End building, feeling the slight vibration of the elevator as it ascended. The soft ding signaled the arrival at his floor, or so he thought. Stepping out, Maré was met with a wave of unfamiliar scents and muted light. That's when Lizzie emerged from her apartment, the gold bikini shimmering under the gentle glow of the hallway lights.

"Hey there, wrong floor?" she said with a chuckle, her voice echoing in the quiet corridor.

"Oh, shit," Maré chuckled. "this isn't my floor. I live on the top floor."

He was about to signal for the elevator, but Lizzie stopped him. "Maré, I'm turned on. I had been in my apartment masturbating for 15 minutes in my new bikini, thinking about you. My pussy is so wet! I'm so horny that I need to fuck you."

"Really?" Maré spoke.

"Follow me; I want you to fuck me now!" Lizzie suggested.

Lizzie took Maré's hand and led him inside her place. Lizzie's apartment was decorated very nicely. She had stone floors, a fully equipped kitchen, and a beautiful East Side Manhattan skyline view. They go to the primary bedroom and slowly undress. Once they were nude, they stood there admiring each other's fit bodies. With a smile, Lizzie grabbed Maré's cock and stroked it.

"Wow, I've never touched a black cock before," Lizzie protested as she massaged his dick. "Is it true about the King of New York in bed?"

Maré laughed and said, "You're about to find out, baby girl."

He leaned over and kissed her on the lips passionately. Lizzie's eyes were closed, so Maré slowly laid her on her back. He sucked on her tits and gave them nice love bites. Lizzie moaned softly. Maré knew precisely how much pressure excited her. He took his tongue on a tour of Lizzie's sexy body before stopping at his destination — her shaved pussy. As Maré licked away, she moaned loudly and chuckled.

"Yes, eat my fucking pussy." Lizzie moaned. "Get it nice and wet."

"You know I am princess," Maré gulped.

Maré continued performing cunnilingus on Lizzie until she was hot and lubricated. Then Lizzie guided his dick into her pussy with a smile. Lizzie received Maré's big dick with no problem, and he had her moving up and down. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Maré went deep in her pussy.

"Oh, oh shit! You're hitting my spot!" Lizzie announced.

Lizzie had a solid feeling to urinate, but instead, her pussy squirted a waterfall that lasted about eight seconds. Maré could not believe how wet she made him, but it turned him on even more. Maré entered her again, and he pounded away faster and harder. Lizzie shrieked and pulled him closer.

"Oh, it feels so good inside you, baby girl," Maré murmured.

"I want to get on top." Lizzie sighed.

"No problem, baby girl." Maré agreed. "You can ride this dick."

Lizzie laughed and climbed on top of him. Lizzie developed a smooth rhythm, slowly, then rode Maré fast. He felt her playing with his balls as she hung up and down like an express elevator. Lizzie moaned and screamed how good the sex was as she dripped all over him, having one orgasm after another.

Moments later, Lizzie got on all fours and turned to face Maré with a kinky smile. He got behind her and fucked her doggie-style. Maré pulled her hair and smacked her wet ass twice.

"Yes, fuck me, baby." Lizzie hollered.

Mare drove her wild with his cock. Lizzie squirted several times, triggering Maré's ejaculation. Lizzie performed fellatio on him. She swallowed Maré's cum, and licked his dick clean, using her hand to milk the last drop. Exhausted, Maré just collapsed on the bed.

They rested on the highly wet bed; Lizzie rested her head on Maré's chest. The whole bedroom smelled like hot, wet sex. Maré looked straight up to the ceiling with a never-ending smile. He added another pussy conquest.

Soon, Maré got dressed. Lizzie, still nude, looked rejuvenated. They walked to the door and kissed passionately.

"What do you think about your trainer in the bed?" Lizzie asked.

"Great!" Maré confirmed. "This was one of my favorite sexual experiences. There is nothing like Dark & Cream sex! I look forward to another spectacular sexual meeting with you soon."

"Okay, goodbye." Lizzie laughed.

Maré blew her a kiss and walked to the elevator. When the doors opened, Mare entered the elevator and said, "I am the Man!"

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