I was out in Miami doing a photo shoot. The weather was gorgeous, sunny, and warm. I was shirtless, garbed in long white shorts and matching sneakers. The woman I photographed for my double summer edition of Goodfella$ magazine was sexy-ass Havana Ginger. She was short with olive skin and big brown eyes! I liked her slim body and 34D tits! She wore a lavender top and thong bikini. Havana was fierce with her posing and the onlookers cheered.
"Baby girl, remove your top," I ordered.
"Alright," she said delightedly.
Havana removed her top and exposed her big dark brown areolas. They looked like small pancakes. The crowd went crazy as they whistled and clapped. Havana smiled and laughed, and her poses were incredible! I gazed at Havana's wet thong that made me have a prominent erection. I began to fantasize myself making love to Havana on this hot beach under the sunset.
After the shoot, Havana put on a long, plush, white robe. Even covered up, she still looked sexy from the shoulders down!
"You were great out there!" I told her.
Havana smiled and said, "Thanks! I really had a great time. I can't believe I'm going to appear in a magazine."
"Believe it, because you're a star now." I felt. "Look at all the admirers you have out here cheering for you. It was awesome!"
I leaned forward and pressed my lips firmly against Havana's lips. Our tongues danced to a nice rhythm. I felt her soul melt in my warm mouth. What a kiss!
Later on that evening, we were in my drop-top powder blue Bentley Continental GT cruising up the dark Miami streets. We decided to go out and celebrate. After a short ride, we arrived at the nightclub. We walked inside and were instantly the center of attention. We took pictures with the fans of Goodfellas magazine. Havana enjoyed the attention and love she got from both sexes.
On the dance floor, Havana and I had a great time. We had enough space on the floor to bump and grind like sex-starved freaks. The energy felt perfect that I did not want to stop dancing with Havana.
After about four hours of partying hard, we left the nightspot and began heading back to my suite. In the Bentley, the music blared that still had us in a party mood. Havana laughed about what we did in the club and the kiss we had on the beach. I loved the loud roar of Havana's laughter. Damn, it sounded so sexy!
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