Leon stepped into the pulsing lights of the Velvet Lounge, scanning the stage until a busty brunette with a commanding smirk caught his eye. She glided over, hips swaying like she owned the room. 'New blood sniffing around my stage? I’m Vixen, and I don’t waste time on shy boys. What’s your name, stranger?'
'Leon,' he answered, matching her sharp tone. 'And I like a woman who knows what she wants.'
Vixen laughed, low and wicked. 'Then you’ll love the VIP room. Come on, if you can handle it.' She led him behind velvet curtains, shutting the door with a decisive click. 'Pull it out.'
Leon raised a brow. 'What do you like?'
She giggled, eyes sparkling with tease. 'Bigger. But you can get a handy.' Her strong hand wrapped around his cock as it grew hard, stroking with expert confidence. 'Not the feast my pussy dreams of, yet your horny little offering has potential.'
Heat built fast. Vixen dropped to her knees, delivering a slick blowjob that left her lips wet and dripping. Leon groaned, sweating and panting under her control. 'Feel that ass grinding against you?' she taunted, rising to straddle him. 'I decide the pace.' She sank onto his cock, her dripping pussy clenching tight as she rode him hard, ass bouncing with every thrust. Their bodies moved in fierce rhythm until Leon came with a shout, cum pulsing deep while Vixen panted through her own release, every inch of her strong and unyielding.
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