A Taste of Her Holiday Pussy (Jisel Lynn)

[Gianni Shamari]

The GoodFellas magazine Christmas party was dazzling, an exclusive event at the waterfront Brookfield Place in lower Manhattan. The vibrant tempo of Kurtis Blow’s "Christmas Rappin’" pulsated through the air, mingling with the laughter and lively chatter of the elegantly dressed crowd. Over two hundred guests, carefully selected for their style and influence, swayed and twirled beneath a canopy of shimmering chandeliers, their laughter ringing like bells. Dressed in his flashy red-and-white GoodFellas Christmas sweater, adorned with 50 carats of twinkling diamonds and 250 grams of gleaming platinum, King of New York Maré stood out in his matching Santa hat. His eyes sparkled with delight as he observed the merry throng, nodding to the infectious beat.

“The fly and sexy came out to party tonight!” Maré exclaimed, his voice booming above the music. “It is lit!”

The atmosphere crackled with excitement, feeling like the ultimate holiday bash. Female adult stars, webcam queens, and glamorous socialites whirled around him, their laughter and playful banter intermingled with champagne flutes clinking. The sweet scent of pine mingled with the rich aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres, creating a feast for the eyes and the senses. Maré felt a surge of pride; he had crafted an elegant ambiance that would be discussed for years.

“Nature Boy!” a young woman shouted with enthusiasm. Maré turned, still grooving to the rhythm, and found himself face-to-face with Monica, her smile radiant, and her lover, Samantha, wrapped in a shimmering metallic dress that caught the light beautifully.

“The Predator!” Maré called out as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. “I’m thrilled to see you and Samantha here. How are you both enjoying the festivities?”

“Loving it!” Monica replied, her eyes sparkling. “This Christmas party is incredible! Look at the view—the Statue of Liberty is practically glowing!”

Samantha scanned the crowd, a playful grin on her lips. “You must have rounded up all the hottest stars tonight. It’s like a who’s who of allure!”

“I set the bar very high tonight,” Maré said with a confident smile, his gaze sweeping over the room. “I want this to be the greatest Christmas party in New York history!”

“And you’re nailing it!” Monica affirmed, her gaze shining with admiration. “Samantha and I are taking Jenna Ivory home tonight. Just wait—I will make her wildest fantasy a reality.”

“Now that sounds like a night to remember,” Maré chuckled, raising his glass in a toast as the energy around them crackled with possibilities.

The party pulsed with energy. The air was thick with laughter, and the vibrant beats of music echoed off the walls. The lights flickered like fireflies, casting a warm glow over the crowd and igniting a cascade of thrilling moments and unforgettable experiences waiting to unfold. Maré cradled his drink, swirling the champagne in his glass as he scanned the lively scene, searching for Jisel.

Then he spotted her—short, dark-haired, and utterly mesmerizing in a dark red dress that hugged her figure and a playful Santa hat perched atop her head. Jisel Lynn was a vision, radiating confidence as she swayed to the rhythm, wholly absorbed in her world. Maré couldn’t help but grin as he caught her eye; her gaze locked onto his, a spark igniting between them.

“Hey there, Christmas queen!” he called out, his voice rising above the music, a playful smirk dancing across his lips.

As he navigated through the sea of bodies on the dance floor, he felt the exhilarating pulse of the crowd, their energy wrapping around him like a warm embrace. Each step seemed to draw him closer to Jisel, his heart racing in anticipation. He drained the last of his champagne in one swift gulp, his hand steady as he placed the empty glass on a nearby serving tray. The clink of glass was barely audible over the booming bass of “Santa Baby” remixing through the air.

When he finally reached Jisel, she was beaming, her laughter a melodic contrast to the thumping beat. “About time you showed up, Maré!” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Couldn’t resist the sight of you stealing the spotlight,” Maré shot back, his voice low and playful as he leaned closer, basking in her warmth.

The world around them faded as they blended with the music, a perfect harmony of laughter, rhythm, and undeniable chemistry.

“I know you like me. I saw you looking,” Maré whispered, the warmth of his breath brushing against Jisel’s cheek, sending a flutter through her.

“Really?” Jisel chuckled, a playful spark dancing in her eyes. “How can you tell?”

Maré leaned closer, his gaze steady and teasing. “I see it in your eyes. They’re practically twitching with excitement, baby girl,” he said, winking dramatically.

Jisel playfully shoved him in the chest, the soft thud of her palm against his firm skin making her giggle. “Oh, my God! You’re too much!”

“Keep it real; how good do I look?” Maré grinned, a confident spark lighting up his face as he struck a pose, the evening moon catching the light on his head. “You’re focused!”

Jisel burst out laughing, the sound echoing around them like music, but a creeping blush warmed her cheeks as she glanced down, twisting a strand of hair nervously around her finger. “Okay, maybe just a little!”


The dance floor buzzed with excitement, a lively mix of colors and movement that pulsed with the beat of the music. Maré and Jisel were as close as possible, swaying together, their bodies brushing lightly as they moved harmoniously. The vibrant lights overhead twinkled like stars, casting a warm glow on their faces and creating a joyful atmosphere.

“Can you feel all this energy?” Jisel shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. Maré nodded, the infectious rhythm making him want to dance even more.

“It’s amazing! Just like this party!” he replied, grinning as he twirled her under his arm. Her laughter rang out, brightening the space around them.

As Jisel returned to his side, the sweet scent of her perfume—like a cozy mix of vanilla and blossoms—enveloped him, making the moment feel even more special. They leaned in closer as the music shifted to a fun, upbeat tune that encouraged everyone to get lost in the moment.

“Maré, you look like you’re glowing out here!” Jisel teased, her finger gently tracing his jawline. “Is it the diamonds you're wearing?”

He let out a laugh, loving their playful banter. “They help a bit, but honestly, it’s all about the company I’m keeping!” He pulled her in closer, feeling her warmth as they both got caught up in the rhythm of the dance.

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” she chided with a playful glint.

“Maybe not, but it keeps us dancing!” With a cheeky grin, he twirled her again, spinning her with flair before pulling her back into a warm embrace.

As they danced together, everything else faded away. The bass thrummed beneath their feet, matching the quickening beat of their hearts. Jisel’s laughter rang above the music, and Maré found himself leaning in to dip her low, holding her securely around the waist as their eyes met in an electrifying moment.

“Is this your thing, Jisel? Dancing in the lights?” Maré asked, his voice light and teasing as he searched her eyes.

“It can be, especially when I’m with you!” she replied, her smile wide and inviting.

Maré spun Jisel once more with a playful grin, her dress flaring out beautifully as the lights caught its shimmer. “Then let’s enjoy it together tonight!” he declared, pulling her close again as they danced like nobody else, wrapped up in their shared laughter and the evening rhythm.

“Just so you know, I’m ready to keep up!” Jisel challenged, the friendly competition lighting up her eyes.

“Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Maré laughed, leaning in to give her a quick peck.


The sweetness of the moment mixed with the cheerful holiday spirit surrounding them. Their joy brought the dance floor to life, and it felt like pure magic.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Jisel suggested. “You’re about to have me dripping all over the dance floor.”

Maré intertwined her fingers with Jisel’s, guiding her through a narrow corridor that pulsed with a low, rhythmic bass from the party below. As they reached the heavy door to the massive soundproof room, Maré locked it with a deliberate click that echoed slightly in the stillness. The air was thick with anticipation, and the absence of light wrapped around them like a velvet cloak, engulfing them in darkness. Only the eerie glow of the red lights outside flickered through the cracks, casting fleeting shadows that danced across the walls. The faint sound of distant laughter and music faded into a muffled whisper, replaced by the almost tangible silence that held its breath around them.

“I want to get you out of that dress and fuck the naughty Christmas soul out of you,” Maré whispered.

Then Maré grabbed Jisel’s red panties and jerked them off swiftly. Her body tingled with sexual energy. Jisel was ready to be devoured. Maré bent Jisel over the cold table, easing his cock into her ass, and began pounding away. They instantly developed a rhythm with the sensation of doggy style beyond exquisite. Jisel rocked back and forth while Maré hit her with force.

“Oooh, yes!” Jisel screamed. “You’re hitting my spot!”

Maré squeezed Jisel’s tits and pinched her dark erect nipples. Jisel pushed back against his thrusts as she rubbed her clit. Then it happened. Jisel trembled and had her first orgasm.

“Yes.” Maré sighed. “Cum for me, baby girl.”

Jisel turned around, looked at Maré with a total lust-filled stare, and said, “I’m not done with you yet, King of New York. I need more of your cock. Give it to me.”

Jisel sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs. Maré tossed his Christmas sweater and T-shirt over his head onto the table. The sight of Maré’s well-defined muscles seemed to make Jisel wetter. Then Jisel signaled Maré to take her. He knelt between Jisel’s toned legs and licked the surface of her pussy. The sweet aroma of her pussy filled the room.

“Hmmm,” Maré sighed. “I want a taste of your holiday pussy. I love it!”

The smell of her pussy triggered Maré to work his iconic cunnilingus talent more. It was such a holiday joy for him to sample and taste her pussy. Maré didn’t want to stop darting and dipping into her love hole. Jisel’s aroused secretion was fresh on his mouth and tongue.

“Yes, bae.” Jisel moaned as she parted her legs more.

Maré licked her clit a few times and then sucked on it. Now, he was ready to drill her pussy. Maré pulled his pants down and inserted his dick in her pussy, and began moving in and out of her rhythmically. Jisel moaned and groaned passionately. The sound of her voice triggered Maré to thrust deeper into her.

“Push it, good.” Jisel encouraged Maré. “Fuck me.”

At that moment, Maré put all he had into fucking her writhing, twisting pussy. While Jisel squeezed his nipples, Maré put his hands on her damp boobs to maintain the fast pace.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I could stop. It is so good.” Maré expressed. “My cock loves this pussy.”

“No, don’t stop! I never want it to stop! Never!” Jisel cried.

Jisel embraced Maré tightly. Then she began nodding. Maré felt Jisel’s pussy coating his shaft with juice. She was breathing heavily as an orgasm rocked her body hard. Maré stopped his pumping action from taking the opportunity to catch his breath. The sweat raced down his back as he watched Jisel’s orgasm subside.

“Ride me, baby,” Maré told her.

Jisel climbed up Maré’s body and engulfed his dick with her hot dripping pussy. With her soft hands clutching Maré’s chest for leverage, Jisel had Maré pinned to the table as she rode him with total abandon. Jisel plunged up and down with an unrelenting force that the erotic sounds of their sweaty skin smacking echoed throughout the room. It felt like the whole conference room throbbed to the rhythm of their raw holiday fucking.

“Oh, shit!” Maré groaned. “Yes, baby! Work that pussy!”

Jisel quickened the tempo. Her eyes were closed, her mouth wide open, and Maré felt her moist buttocks quiver. The sex was so intense that Maré knew they were moments away from a big sexual eruption.

“I am going to cum so hard,” Jisel warned. “I’m cumming!”

“Cum, baby! I’m going to blast off too!” Maré announced.

At that moment, Jisel bucked and shook her way to another intense orgasm as Maré ejaculated deep into her vibrating pussy. They shook uncontrollably and were out of breath but sexually satisfied.

“Merry Christmas.” Maré finally spoke.

Jisel looked down at Maré, smiled, and replied, “Merry Christmas, Nature Boy! Now, let’s get dressed and go back to the party.”

They returned to the party as if nothing had happened. While they danced to “All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey, Maré laughed at the fact that Jisel’s pussy was filled with his warm cum. Jisel gave him a quick kiss, and then they took a selfie.

Merry Christmas!

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