Went Big in the Cabana… No Regrets

Swung by Diablas Thursday night. Twenty at the door, parking was a breeze. Inside’s nothing fancy — layout’s awkward, chairs are crap — but that didn’t matter once I spotted her. Mid-20s, Latina, long black hair, tight little body with curves in all the right spots, soft caramel skin, and a smile that said she already knew what I was there for.

We started with a couple of dances in the semi-private area. She didn’t waste any time — tits out, mouth on them, panties pushed aside so I could get a few fingers in. She whispered about the cabana — $300 for 30 minutes, “anything goes.” I didn’t hesitate.

Once we got back there, it was game on. Curtains closed, clothes off fast. She was all over me — deep grinding, kissing, letting me taste her, riding me slow and then picking up the pace. She was vocal, sweaty, and into it the whole time, like we’d been going at it for months. The half hour flew by, and by the end I was spent and grinning.