Busty Anissa (Anissa Kate)

[Gianni Shamari]

New York billionaire playboy “Nature Boy” Maré sat patiently at The Water Club, an upscale floating eatery off the FDR on East 30th Street. He eagerly awaited his friend, Anissa Kate, whom he hadn’t seen in six years. Despite staying in touch through e-mails, Maré was finally thrilled to see her again. His excitement was palpable as he glanced at his Black Caviar Bang watch, anxiously awaiting her arrival.

Minutes later, Anissa walked in, looking radiant in her sexy white dress. She was a short, busty, raven-haired French beauty with sultry eyes. Maré could not deny her sexual allure. Once she noticed him, she was all smiling. Her bouncing tits had him in a trance.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Maré greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m doing fine,” Anissa answered. “You looked great, Maré!”

“So do you, baby girl. You are killing it with that dress.”

“Wow, this place is nice.” Anissa smiled. “It has breathtaking views of the East River, Roosevelt Island, and the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge.”

“You know I must treat you to a nice place for this special occasion,” Maré told her. “I rented the entire place just for us.”

Once they got comfortable at the table, they ordered their food. When the short, black-haired female waiter with a big smile served them their food, they wasted no time consuming the filet mignon and two-pound Maine lobster while updating each other about what they had been up to.

“I’ve been keeping up with your GoodFellas magazine,” Anissa exclaimed. “It’s hot!”

“Yes, I’m glad the GoodFellas magazine is doing well.” Maré expressed. “People can relate to love, romance, and sex. I think it is fun to break the rules and change the world. I love sharing my lifestyle with the world. I am showing my readers how to dress, what cars to drive, and bringing awareness to the sexiest women on the planet! It is Harlem meets Hollywood! Urban flavor merges with Hollywood glamour. You should pose for my magazine, Anissa! You are hot!”

“Thanks, it sounds good. I would love to be on the cover of GoodFellas!” Anissa continued. “I read your magazine all the time. I did nude modeling while I was in France. It was great! The scenery, incredible sunsets, and the photographers made it an unbelievable experience! I cannot wait to do it again this summer.”

“How was your life in France?” Maré asked her.

“It has been an incredible experience living there,” Anissa answered. “The people are nice, and many family members live there. My college life was also great but intense! I am glad I earned my degree in banking, but I wish I could have graduated in the States. I miss New York and the people I connected with here.”

“I had a wild college experience. There were so many parties and trips to Las Vegas for spring break. I do not know how I finished college in four years. It is good that my mother was on my case to keep me from losing focus. During that time at NYU, I kept on thinking about you.”

“Oh, stop.” Anissa blushed.

“I was thinking about you.” Maré continued. “You are possibly the nicest person I know. I remember you told me you made a birthday card for somebody in your high school that you did not know personally. I thought that was quite interesting. When I hear someone like you come out of their way to brighten someone’s day, it says so much.”

“Thank you,” Anissa said.

Anticipation filled Anissa as she glided into the luxurious white Bugatti Veyron owned by Maré. The sleek, ice-blue interior of the car, softly lit by the moonlight, dazzled her as she settled into the plush leather seat. As they cruised through the bustling streets of Manhattan, the hum of the powerful engine and the scent of rich leather, mingled with their shared laughter, filled the air. Maré couldn't help but notice how striking Anissa looked in the passenger seat, her beauty amplified by the romantic ambiance.

As they idled at a red light, Maré's gaze shifted to Anissa, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “This city, vibrant and alive, pales compared to your radiance,” he quipped, his eyes filled with deep, unspoken admiration, a testament to his love for her.

“Thank you, babe,” Anissa said. “I love you!”

“Love you too, sexy,” Maré replied.

When they returned to Maré’s luxurious East End penthouse, they popped a chilled, vintage champagne bottle in the elegant living room. The golden bubbles danced in the crystal flutes, reflecting the soft glow of the room's chandeliers. Anissa walked over to the window, mesmerized by the twinkling lights along the East River and the soothing hum of the FDR Drive below.

“This view is more than stunning,” she marveled, her voice filled with awe and admiration.

The gentle evening breeze tousled her hair as she gazed at the cityscape, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. Maré got behind her and put his muscular arms around her.

“Are you intimidated by me?” She asked in a naughty voice. “Are you nervous to fuck me?”

“No, I’m ready,” Maré responded.

His adrenaline rush was in high gear. They went to the bedroom and began stripping. Anissa removed her bra; he sucked her tits and fingered her. She loved every minute of it. Maré slid in and out of her moist pussy at a fast pace. Her passionate moaning and dirty talk convinced Maré he was hitting her spot. He continued fucking her hard and fast until she orgasmed.

“Let me get on top, babe!” Anissa begged.

“No problem, sexy. Do your thing!”

Anissa climbed on top and rode Maré. She bounced repeatedly, shrieking nasty French words that turned him on. They were in a nice rhythm as they neared a bursting climax that would make the years of wonder worthwhile!

Anissa’s dark eyes widened. Then she climaxed; her eyes rolled in the back of her head. This triggered Maré to ejaculate on her navel. Anissa wiped the cum off with her fingers and licked them clean.

“That was good,” Anissa replied.

She climbed off Maré and ran to the bathroom to shower quickly. He lay on the bed, almost exhausted, smiling at the ceiling. Maré was in an accomplished mood after the great sex with Anissa.

Anissa walked back into the bedroom, nude and wet. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her nipples were erect. Goosebumps covered her sexy body. As Anissa dressed, Maré watched in awe.

“Damn, I would like to go another round with you, sexy,” Maré said seductively.

Anissa laughed, saying, “It was great, but I must go. I am going to a Broadway show with my mother and father. We’ll do this again soon.”

“Please, busty Anissa?” Maré begged playfully.

Anissa walked over and kissed him on the lips. “Don’t beg.”

Maré smiled. Then he dressed and drove Anissa to her hotel, where they shared a passionate kiss, concluding their date.

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[Cadeauxxx]

This was a real treat. Anissa has been my favorite porn star for a long time. She'll probably be my all time favorite when it's all said and done. So glad to be putting her in the index this weekend.