Cuba strolled along the street and headed into the bar because he was a chill motherfucker and that's how he rolled. Kicking open the door to the bar like the bad arse motherfucker he obviously was and sitting on a strool next to a redhaired guy that was unimportant at this point. Bitchslapping the bartender, Cuba demanded a beer from him. He was slid the beer a number of seconds later and he sipped it, reflecting upon how strong his pimp hand had become.
Now was when the person next to Cuba became slightly important. His name was Scotland...and he was currently wearing a dress. The dress was pink and sparkly and he didn't know why he was wearing it. Probably because he was a crossdresser, I don't really know what went through his head; he's a ginger and most likely has no soul. Cuba noticed his sparkly pink dress of obvious sexosity and slipped his hand around Scotland waist, "Well hallo there~" he purred into Scotland's ear, causing the redhead to immediately swoon, "Have I shown you..." he breathed out and leaned closer to Scotland's ear, "Mah pimp hand?"
Scotland moaned at the words. PIMP HAND. He was sure no other two words spoken like that would make him this horny ever again in his life because he was old and he probably wouldn't ever be able to get it up ever again rather soon because...he was old...ERECTILE DYSFUCTION. Anyway, Cuba stroked Scotland's cheek with his tongue lightly, and Scotland moaned like a wanton whore, "Ohhh Cuba desu~," he wrapped his arms around Cuba's neck and pulled him closer because that's what he does.
"Ohhh Scotland you sexy bitch~" and Cuba pulled Scotland down onto the waterbed, Scotland ontop and Cuba on the bottom or else Scotland's many bones would be broken. They made out heatedly because Cuba was scared Scotland's erectile dysfuction would kick in soon. He pulled up the skirt of the pretty pink sparkle desu ne ugu kawaii dress only to see Little Nessie. Cuba stroked it and suddenly he was naked. Yes...Scotland's dick is just that magical. Cuba flipped them over so that he was ontop, careful not to suffocate Scotland with one of his massive fat folds and/or one of his three manboobs. Scotland moaned for no apparent reason and then Cuba entered him for no reason because he was bad at communicating with his lovers...because he'd never really had any that hadn't been his hand.
And Scotland was desperate so he couldn't give a shit.
"Ohhh Cuba~ you're so biiig desu~" Scotland moaned and arched his back the three millimetres off the bed that Cuba's fat folds would allow.
"Ohh Scotland~ you're so tight bro~" Cuba groaned and began thrusting.
Then...after three thrusts, a tidal wave of flesh crashed into Scotland's arm and there was nothing but a dull snap...along with Cuba's heavy breathing from the strenuous activity that he had just taken part in. Scotland frowned, "You broke my arm..."
"And I came~" Cuba sung and pulled out of Scotland, pulling up his trousers and skipping along the beach and diving into the sea and not a fuck was given.
Scotlad sighed and stood up, frowning as his arm dangled at his side with no real use as he walked away from the beach, limping slightly, and heading down the road where he saw nothing other than a sheep. Now...Scotland had a growing erection from all the viagra that he'd put in his sandwich that morning and the sheep was just...sitting there. Hurriedly he shoved it into the alley and the sheep willingly gave him the best blowjob of his life. Scotland paid the sheep and strolled away happy, albeit a bit unsatisfied with the outcome. Then he went to the hospital and had England pay the bill for getting his broken arm fixed.
And they lived happily ever after.