Monica’s Hot Night (Jenna Jameson, Jenna Presley)

[Gianni Shamari]

 

The radiant glow of the full moon illuminated the vibrant city of Miami, casting a magical aura over the bustling streets below. The balmy night air was alive with the sounds of laughter and music as the local partygoers emerged to revel in the company of the rich and glamorous.

The energy was electric at Club IX44, the hottest nightclub in South Beach. The pulsating music filled the air, setting the stage for Maré's exclusive birthday celebration for his best friend, Monica Hershel. The theme was inspired by the movie Scarface, creating an atmosphere of nostalgia and glamour.

As Maré sipped A2 champagne in the VIP area, he soaked in the lively scene. Dressed in a sleek black pinstripe suit and polished gator shoes, he swept over the crowd, reveling in the throwback fashion that paid homage to the era when the allure of cocaine and opulence ruled Miami.

“Maré, my man! Happy birthday to Monica!” The deejay’s voice boomed over the music.

Maré turned to see Monica making her grand entrance, accompanied by none other than the iconic adult film star Jenna Jameson. Surrounded by cheers and applause, Monica exuded confidence as she embraced the spirit of Scarface in her elegant cream suit. At the same time, Jenna Jameson captivated the crowd in a stunning blue dress reminiscent of Michelle Pfeiffer's iconic style.

“It’s like a scene straight out of a movie,” Monica remarked, her eyes sparkling with delight as she soaked in the crowd's adoration.

“Absolutely,” Maré replied, taking in the dazzling spectacle before us. “A night to remember, no doubt. Happy Birthday, Predator! The world is yours! Look around; your party is a major success!”

“Thanks, Maestro! I feel like I’m in a movie!” Monica smiled. “This is Jenna, my prey for the night.”

“Hi,” Jenna Jameson replied softly.

Maré stood awestruck. He could not believe this iconic blonde bombshell was right before him. Her confidence and sexiness had Maré smitten on the spot.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” Maré said, finally, and then turned to Monica. “I’ve been with a few adult film stars, but never the greatest adult star. You outdid me, baby girl!”

Monica responded with a grin. Then she told me, “You know I always get my prey.”

“That’s right. It’s your night! Have fun, and we’ll catch up later.”

Monica walked away, leading Jenna Jameson to the VIP section where her all-time lovers, Samantha and Nina, occupied the table reserved for her. Looking curvy and sexy in their matching black dresses, they rose and yelled enthusiastically as they hugged and kissed Monica. She was definitely in her element, surrounded by her lovers. They took Tequila shots to start their celebration in no time at all.

“Happy Birthday to the baddest bitch I know,” Samantha shouted. “34 years young.”

“And you’ve got a lifetime of amazing sex ahead of you.” Nina smiled.

Jenna Jameson French kissed Monica and added, “Of course. She always gets her prey.”

After closing the drapes to the table for privacy, Monica and the three beauties began sipping on Margarita and Cosmopolitan. The aroma of vodka and the ambiance of sexual energy had them aroused in an instant. Lust sparkled in their eyes, and sultry smiles curved their rouged lips. They began kissing.

Maré strolled past the table, soaking in the rich aroma of sizzling garlic and the faint clinking of wine glasses. As he wandered back to the dance floor, the thumping beat of Rick Ross' "Push It" reverberated through the room, blending with the low hum of conversation and laughter. Suddenly, the retractable roof slid open, allowing the warm summer air and the distant crackle of fireworks to drift in. A collective gasp rose from the crowd as a Goodyear blimp floated into view, its illuminated message glowing against the night sky: "The World is Yours."

A nearby couple caught Maré's eye. “Can you believe this?” the woman whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Her companion nodded, his tone filled with excitement. “It’s like something out of a movie.”

As if on cue, DJ Gates played Nas’ timeless track “The World Is Yours,” and the room erupted into cheers.

When Monica’s vanilla vagina-shaped birthday cake with sprinkles was rolled out, all the guests sang “Happy Birthday.” It was wonderful! Maré caught this short, slender, buxom brunette beauty clad in a red dress checking him out. She smiled and blew him kisses. Maré knew he couldn’t approach her since the place was too packed, but Maré knew he would see her again before the conclusion.

It was nearly three in the morning, yet the party went as viral as some smutty video. Everything was positive as far as Maré could see. The strong wafts of liquor and cocaine permeated the air. Sweaty bodies packed the dance floor, effusing heat; their multi-hued faces still brightened up, and the floor presented an excellent set for one wild orgy. Several shirtless gay men looked fresh from the runway of a Versace fashion show, and most women, who wore very little, danced and bumped. Nobody seemed mindful as they indulged themselves in an endless erotic Utopia.

As DJ Khaled’s “Wild Thoughts” blared smoothly, Monica danced behind Jenna Jameson. She slyly pulled down Jenna Jameson’s straps, exposing her big, firm tits. Nina and Samantha accoladed in unison, making the duo giggle and keep up with the salacious steps. Maré noticed, smilingly, until a soft feel on his booty caught his attention. He turned around and saw that brunette stunner standing there with a sultry smile. She laughed and kissed him, letting him caress her curves all along. She kept him from talking with an instant French kiss. Endorsing an assertion to that amorous invitation, Maré clutched her by the waist, and they began dancing to the blaring rap music.

“You can get it, sweetheart! What is your name?” Maré asked her.

“Jenna Presley.” She answered with a lovely voice.

Maré smiled. “Cute name. Are you charged?”

“Very much, hun!” Jenna Presley beamed. “You should see how I get laid.”

“Really?” Maré was intrigued. “Am I somebody you’d get laid with?”

“Be my guest,” Jenna Presley’s husky voice felt sweet to his ears. “You’re the King of New York, aren’t you?”

“Yeah!”

“Then this king must not be alone in bed.” She spoke in a trill, clutching at his shirt.

“By all means, baby girl!” Maré promised her.

They both laughed and continued dancing.

On top of Knight Inn hotel, Maré took Jenna Presley by her hand as they strolled across the 500-foot-high pool, giving them a glass-bottom view of the streets below. They could hear French Montana’s vibe song, “Unforgettable,” which transcended in the night as they stopped marveling at the breathtaking view.

“This is awesome!” Maré expressed. “Look at us; we’re floating above Miami.”

“Yes, this is so cool.” Jenna Presley continued. “This pool is one of a kind. I’ve never seen anything like that. I feel like we’re superheroes.”

“Superman and Wonder Woman.” Maré quipped.

“I’m in the mood to give Superman some super head.” Jenna Presley hinted.

That second, with a sultry smile, she pulled out Maré’s cock and began stroking it in musical rhythm. Then Jenna Presley performed fellatio on him. She pulled him deep into her warm mouth and sucked him with expertise. The loud sucking and slurping sounds echoed in the night air like an erotic tune.

“Yes, suck that dick good, my princess.” Maré moaned. “Your mouth is cock heaven.”

“I love your cock in my mouth. So good.” She purred.

Jenna Presley continued to deep throat Maré before she licked and sucked his balls in her mouth.

“Yeah…” Maré groaned.

“I want your hot cum deep in my asshole.” Jenna Presley shouted.

With her fat ass up, Maré gently inserted his dick into her asshole. Then he began pounding her, but the thrusts turned into shoves. The sensation was so astounding for her that she groaned and pushed back against his thrusts. The skin smacks were unforgettably incredible. Maré felt like the ultimate stud in heat fucking Jenna Presley in the doggy-style position while looking down at the racing cars.

“I’m cumming!” Maré declared.

In unison, they climaxed then and there. Jenna Presley shrieked and flooded Maré’s dick with her sex fluids as Maré charged her butthole with hot cum.

Beneath the two carnally charged lovers, inside a Presidential suite, another sexual demo ensued. Fully clothed, Monica was on top, osculating Samantha as Nina and Jenna Jameson watched in the nude, masturbating.

“It’s my birthday, and I want you,” Monica told her.

She kissed Samantha again and gently worked her way down to her big round boobs, and n Samantha did not take long to strain her torso and squirt her juices into Monica’s mouth; the latter sucked on the quivering womanhood, swallowing the nectar she always cherished. Finally, she was face-to-face with the pussy she had been pleasuring for years and began preying on it with expertise.

“Oh, my God. You’ve shaken me all over.” Samantha sighed. “Yes, taste it. Taste it. Wow, you’re going to make me cum.”

The dirty talk encouraged Monica to mushroom her oral and feeling action. Samantha’s voluptuous body trembled at the pleasure of being eaten. She clutched at Monica’s head, pushing it against her throbbing pussy, and climaxed anew for ten seconds. Monica swallowed her, noisily sucking out the sex fluids that dripped down her chin.

Licking her mouth clean, Monica turned to Nina and said, “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Come and take me, birthday girl!” Nina smiled. “You know my pussy loves a good licking.”

Monica hit the right spot, clutching and pulling Nina, who gasped and laughed. The tickling sensation of Monica’s lingual strokes had Nina’s rear entrance teased and made the darling girl squeal with delight. She rolled her over on her stomach, pushed those enormous ass cheeks, and contented herself by licking that cleansed ass crack.

“Oh, my God, she’s loving my ass!” Nina screamed. “Your teeth going up my ass. Yes, eat my ass…”

Both Samantha and Jenna Jameson laughed. Monica ravaged Nina’s intimate depths until she climaxed. The birthday girl was not done with her Latina prey. She rolled her over. Nina covered her face with the pillow to stifle her laughter, and Monica dove between her soft thighs, inhaling her heady aroma. Clamping her mouth on Nina’s open twat, she sucked it like a juicy plum. She ate her out, unwittingly nodding over her vulnerable crotch.

“It feels so good.” Nina moaned. “This is your birthday treat! Don’t stop. Please!”

She ran her fingers through the damp cropped hair of her lover, who went on with licking, sucking, and fingering her pussy. The sensations were too much for Nina to withhold; she panted, squirting her juices out and filling Monica’s mouth to the brim.

“Yes, I love your nectar babies,” Monica expressed, “the tastiest juices ever!”

It was time for Monica to devour the pussy of the woman whose carnal fantasies impregnated the minds of women and men. Monica took it as an invitation to go to the open feast. Jenna Jameson lay there, opening her legs. She already had those wild thoughts of adding Jenna Jameson’s juice on her face and suit, kneeling and stooping down to the dripping pussy. She inhaled the feminine essence that had the porn stars intoxicated for on-screen oral sex.

“Save the best and after.” Monica winked.

Nina and Samantha approached the duo together and, without further ado, began sucking Jenna Jameson’s nipples. She caressed and kissed Jenna Jameson’s supple skin, deliberately crawling atop her naked splendor. Gluing her mouth to Jenna Jameson’s engorged pussy lips, she sucked the nectar oozing from her ripe pleasure harbor. Lapping Nina’s pussy, as some wild would lap the milk, she grabbed at her hips and let her be pleasured even more. Monica probed her tongue as deeply as Jenna Jameson’s lubed canal. She sucked her clit, noisily and avidly, nibbling on the soft pink petals along.

“Come in my face, my sexy prey,” Monica begged. “I want you to cum hard. Yes, I want to make your beautiful pussy cum!”

“I’m going to cum.” Jenna Jameson cried. “It’s building up. My pussy is about to erupt.”

Jenna Jameson moaned and then screamed, giving one copious eruption that left her body trembling. The three girls watched as Jenna Jameson passed out from her intense orgasm.

“That was fabulous,” Samantha admitted. “What an explosion she had!”

“This is the best birthday ever.” Monica acknowledged. “I cannot believe how much you ladies have awarded me with your juices… these delicious juices! I’ll never get this suit dry-cleaned.”

“That’s a good one, Monica!” Nina laughed.

“Your suit gets stained with our juices. Our pussies are far tastier than your birthday cake, hun! My love!” Samantha said, kissing Monica on her mouth.

“It’s ours,” Monica said, putting her arms around their waists.

The three lovers shared a passionate lip lock before ensconcing Jenna Jameson in their queen-sized bed. It was the perfect way for Monica to celebrate her birthday night. Well, it wasn’t the last one. They’d have it off again in the morning, but that will be another story!

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