Cuban DY and Said Yonnbel fuck – The Rookie’s Strong Debut – Part III

💥 TROPICAL HEAT: Cuban DY & Said Yonnbel in a Night of Forbidden Passion

The rooftop bar pulsed with reggaeton when Cuban DY took center stage, his body rolling to the rhythm like liquid fire. Every hip thrust sent the crowd wild—especially one spectator. Said Yonnbel, dressed in an immaculate white suit that screamed money and power, hadn’t blinked once.

“You dance like you want trouble,” Said murmured as Cuban strutted past his VIP table, sweat glistening on his caramel skin.

Cuban smirked, leaning down until their lips almost touched. “Maybe I do. You gonna give it to me, jefe?”

What started as a challenge ended in Said’s penthouse suite, where Cuban discovered the businessman had a very different kind of negotiation style. Said’s usual control shattered under Cuban’s hungry mouth, while the dancer learned that even a kingpin could beg—especially when Cuban’s talented fingers worked him over to the beat of their own rhythm.

Between silk sheets and half-empty glasses of aged rum, they proved some flames burn too hot to extinguish—no matter the consequences.