LAST CUBA LIBRE

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I leave the group for a moment and dive onto the dance floor packed with young people who are jumping around, possessed by the hammering rhythm of the music, its incessant pulsations, senses clouded, perceptions altered, inhibitions cancelled, eyes emptied of all understanding, sense of reality definitively gone, minds dominated by instincts, bodies compressed, crushed against one another in this crazy ritual dance, an invitation to let yourself go, to release the inhibitory brakes, to freely manifest the innate vocation for transgression and the carnality of each one of us...

Then the foam settles like a cloak on the heaving mass and I see her... she has pulled the top of her leather suit down to the waist and she's dancing in topless... I follow an irresistible impulse and position myself behind her... I extend one arm and push a hand inside her suit... My fingers meet crisp, fine hair... I push my face into her hair and murmur into her ear... "Don't turn round..." She nods and continues dancing lifting her arms above her head and crossing her wrists... I push my fingers down even further, along the soft path between the lips of her cunt and rising I tickle her clit with rapid circular movements... The floor is too crowded for anyone to realise what I'm doing, so I risk even more, I find the hole and push my middle finger into it... She sighs, lowers her eyelids and moans... I start moving my middle finger back and forth..., curving the tip to reach the point that will give her most pleasure with the tip of my finger... She opens her legs, continuing to dance with her eyes closed, giving me free access to her body... I keep rubbing my finger against the hot, rough surfaces of her cavity... Her juices are running down my fingers, wetting the palm of my hand... Suddenly she moans, opens her eyes and looks around disoriented... But I have already moved away.