Leon pushed through the pulsing lights of the strip club, his pulse quickening at the sight of her—busty curves barely contained by a glittering thong, eyes sharp as she locked onto him. She sauntered over, hips swaying with command. "New face. You look like trouble that thinks it can handle me. Name's Vesper. VIP's this way—if you can keep up." In the dim VIP room, she shoved him onto the velvet couch. "Pull it out. Let's see the goods." Leon met her gaze, voice steady. "What do you like, Vesper?" She smirked, circling him like prey. "Big, thick cocks that stretch my pussy wide and make me drip. Yours? Half compliment: it's cute at six inches, hard and eager. Half insult: average at best—think you can make this size queen wet or will I be laughing while you pant?" His cock sprang free, already hard. Vesper licked her lips, dropping to her knees without submission. "Not bad. Let's test it." She wrapped her hand around him, stroking with teasing pressure before taking him in a slow, wicked blowjob, tongue swirling as she moaned. "Mmm, decent girth for a warm-up." Leon groaned, hands gripping the couch as she stood, shedding her thong to reveal her ass and dripping pussy. "Horny yet? Ride me," he challenged. Vesper laughed sharply, straddling him and sinking down, her wet heat enveloping his cock. "You wish—you'll work for it." She rode him hard, ass bouncing, panting as she ground deep. "Fuck, it's hitting just right—make me cum." Sweat slicked their bodies; she clenched around him, dripping arousal coating his shaft. Leon thrust up, gripping her hips as she came with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing. He followed, cock throbbing as he came inside her, cum mixing with her wetness. Vesper smirked down at him, still in control. "Not bad for average. Round two?"
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