“dreams of cuba” begins with two women in candlelit intimacy, their kisses slow and hungry. Fingers tangle in hair as clothes fall away, revealing soft curves bathed in gold. In “dreams of cuba,” one straddles the other, grinding against a thigh while lips trail down a trembling stomach. Tongues meet slick folds; “dreams of cuba” captures every moan when fingers slip inside, curling deliberately. They switch, scissoring together until sweat sheens their skin and “dreams of cuba” records the moment both bodies lock, pulsing in shared orgasm. “dreams of cuba” ends with them tangled, breathless, proving female desire burns brightest together.