The foam hits us when we are dancing on the central floor and I lower the zip and pull down the top of my suit, leaving myself bare to the waist... The greased bodies rub against each other in the crowd and there are so many people that it's impossible to avoid physical contact and this excites me tremendously... Dalia and Sonia are soaking and their clothes are sticking to their bodies in a fantastic way and there's a guy in Ray Bans with a six-pack rubbing himself against my tits. I'mreally excited and I think the Cuba Libre I drank just a little while ago hasgiven me the coup de grace, when suddenly someone pushes their hand inside mysuit from behind and I can feel their fingers penetrating me and starting tomove inside me and I start to come and in a flash I reach an orgasm and the hand pulls out and when I turn round there is nothing to show who it was who pleasured me and I close my eyes and continue dancing without stopping.
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
General FictionIf you're looking for a gripping read, look no further than "Last Cuba Libre". Meet Jessica, who's a bit of a slag. Claudio, who rocks designer threads and snorts lots of cocaine. Then there's Tony, cruising in his Porsche, leaving a trail of broken...