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?"
"SÃ. 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 Café 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.
At my hotel, they asked for Leti's Cuban ID card. She didn't have it. Dammit, no fucking my teen angel.
But the taxi driver heard us. "Senor, I know a place." He pedaled to a darkened house. A hairy brute came to the door. I handed him a hundred pesos and he led us to a back bedroom with a curtain for privacy.
"Happy wedding night, my teen beauty." I hugged Leti tight, feeling her perky tits against my chest. She looked up with her eyes wide, worried about what a big, American man was going to do to her.
Her body stiffened when I pushed my hand into her panties, squeezing her naked cunt.
But when I kissed her, Leti opened her lips in the Cuban style. I sucked on her tongue. Soon, she had both hands on the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers. What a horny little pixie.
Time to fuck. "SÃn ropas." I stripped and watched her as she dropped her clothes. Her tits were small, with dark brown areoles and pointy nipples.
I growled, "I like your sexy culo. Your ass." My cock commanded me forward. I gave her butt a little slap and pointed to the bed. She jumped in with me. We lay facing each other, with my hand on her hip.
Leticia looked luscious. Nude, naughty.
I put her hand on my dick, and she stroked my shaft as her pouty lips turned into a pretty smile. "Sir, maybe you make a baby in my belly... SÃ, SÃ?"
"NO, NO! I'm wearing a condom. Enough talk, time to fuck."
Leticia spread her thighs, and her tiny pussy lips opened like a pink flower. Fuck. Grabbing my cell, I took a pic of that perfect pussy.