Sometimes the craziest things happen in Cuba.
That day, I rented a car and drove into the country. That's where I met Rosita, a cute college student. She'd crashed her bicycle and bent the wheel, so I took the girl and her bike to the repair shop.
"Oh, thank you." Rosita kissed my cheek. "Sir are you tired? I think you need a nap."
"Sure, I definitely need a nap." We went back to my room for a nap...which meant crazy, pussy-pounding, fucking.
After the screw session, Rosita wiped her swollen pussy. "Sir, I always wanted to see Havana."
"Then let's go!" Rosita was overjoyed and asked if her mother could join us. "Sure. Does your mom have a tattoo?"
"SΓ. Her tattoo costs five hundred pesos. And my older sister has a very pretty, very tight tattoo for a thousand pesos."
Hmm... In Cuba when it rains, it pours. Pussy.
So me and the three Latin ladies went sightseeing in Havana. And I felt compelled to see every tattoo and fuck every female in the family. Those lovely ladies tried to wear out my dick. Bless them.
It was a win-win situation. Cunt. Cum. Cash.
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On Friday, I was surprised to find an Internet CafΓ© In Havana. So, I stopped in to check my email. That's where I met Leticia. An eighteen-year-old pixie with dark hair, perky titties and a bubble butt.
Cuban girls have amazing asses.
The tiny princess sat next to me. For a second, I wondered if my cock would fit into her tiny twat. But I had high hopes and a hard dick.
I grinned. "Buena's noches senorita."
Leticia stuttered, "B-Buena's." We talked in Spanglish. And I hoped Leti would Let-me... I asked to see her tattoos.
"I not a street girl wanting money!" She tried to slap my face, but I ducked.
"I'm sorry Leti." The short girl ran outside to her friends. Her gal pals must've said something. A tall girl came up to me. "Leti said she's not a jinetera. It means whore. But Leticia said she'll be your wife for tonight."
"Rent-a-wife? That works."
Cuba has two currencies, pesos and pussy. The second is far more valuable.
Leticia stood in the doorway like a blushing bride, waiting for me. I smiled, "Hola, mi esposa." I kissed her lips. "Vamos a mi hotel." I couldn't wait for some bang-bang on our wedding bed.
We hopped into a taxi. Along the way I tried to rub her pussy, but she slapped my hand. "Oh wifey, you're too shy." She squirmed as I forced two fingers up her pink hole.