Leon stepped into the pulsing lights of the Velvet Lounge, his pulse already racing. The air smelled of perfume and sweat, dancers swaying like predators on the hunt. Then he saw her—Destiny, all curves and confidence, her busty frame poured into a barely-there bikini that left little to the imagination. She locked eyes with him and sauntered over, hips rolling with purpose.
"New face," she purred, voice sharp as a whip. "Looking for trouble, or just here to watch the show?"
"Both, maybe," Leon replied, trying to sound cool. "Name’s Leon."
Destiny laughed, low and wicked. "Destiny. And I don’t do maybe, handsome. Follow me if you want the real preview." She grabbed his hand—strong grip, no hesitation—and led him straight to the VIP room, the velvet curtain swishing shut behind them.
The private space was dim, a single couch waiting. She pushed him down onto it, standing over him with a smirk. "Pull it out. Let’s see what you’re working with."
Leon’s throat went dry. "What do you like, anyway?"
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Something two or three inches longer than average, thick enough to stretch me just right. A cock that makes my pussy drip before it even touches me. Yours?" Her gaze dropped to his lap. "Show me."
Beet red, Leon unzipped, freeing his six-inch length. It stood hard, twitching under her stare. Destiny’s smile turned predatory. "Cute. Average. But I’m a size queen, baby—I want a cock that makes me beg, not one that fits like a polite handshake."
She knelt between his legs, wrapping her fingers around him with expert pressure. Her strokes were slow, teasing, building heat. "Look at this little thing getting all hard for me. Pathetic, really. Bet it’s never made a woman’s ass clench or her pussy gush."
Leon groaned, sweating as her hand pumped faster. Destiny’s free hand slid down her own body, fingers dipping between her thighs. "I’m already wet just thinking about a real man, but you? You’re horny enough to take what you can get. Panting like a puppy." She leaned in, breath hot on his tip. "Want a blowjob? Too bad—this is all you earn tonight."
Her grip tightened, jerking him with ruthless rhythm. Leon’s hips bucked, the humiliation mixing with raw need until he came hard, cum spilling over her fist in thick ropes. Destiny didn’t stop, milking every drop while she whispered, "That’s it, small boy. Now watch me drip for what I really crave."
She stood, peeling off her bottoms to reveal her glistening pussy. Climbing onto his lap, she ground her wet heat against his still-hard cock, not quite taking him in yet. "Ready for round two? I’ll ride you until you’re begging me to stop—or find someone bigger." Her eyes sparkled with challenge, body poised to explode into motion.
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