Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a heartbeat in his chest. The air smelled of perfume and desperation, but one woman cut through it all—a busty brunette with curves that could start wars, striding toward him like she owned the night. "New face in the crowd," she purred, planting a hand on her hip. "Or just another guy hoping the lights hide what he's packing?"
Leon smirked, meeting her gaze. "Depends. You always this direct, or is that the VIP special?"
She laughed, sharp and teasing, leading him to a private room without asking. "Direct gets results, handsome. Name's Viv. And you?"
"Leon. And I like a woman who knows what she wants."
In the dim VIP glow, Viv pressed close, her body heat radiating. "Pull it out. Let's see if you're worth my time."
Leon raised an eyebrow, voice steady. "What do you like, Viv?"
She giggled, eyes sparkling with wicked amusement, her fingers tracing his belt. "Bigger, obviously. Size queens don't settle. But you... you can get a handy. Maybe more if you impress me." Her tone was strong, commanding, as she unzipped him. His 6-inch cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing.
Viv wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. "Not bad, but let's make it fun." She dropped to her knees for a quick blowjob, tongue swirling, making him pant. "Fuck, you're getting me horny." Her pussy was wet, dripping with anticipation as she stood, shoving him back on the couch. She climbed atop, guiding his cock into her slick heat, riding him with powerful hips. Her ass bounced, sweat glistening on her skin as she ground down, panting, "Deeper—yes, like that."
Leon gripped her thighs, but Viv controlled the rhythm, her walls clenching. They moved faster, bodies slapping, until she came hard, crying out, followed by him spilling cum deep inside. Dripping and satisfied, she winked. "Round two?"
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