Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat. The air smelled of perfume and sin. At the bar, a busty brunette with curves that could stop traffic locked eyes with him. Her name tag read 'Vixen,' but her smirk said she owned the room.
"New face," she purred, sliding over. "Looking for trouble or just a lap dance?"
"Both, if you're offering," Leon replied, matching her wit. "Name's Leon."
Vixen laughed, sharp and low. "Vixen. And I only offer the good stuff in VIP. Follow me—if you can handle it."
She led him to a private room, hips swaying like a challenge. Once inside, she turned, hands on her full breasts. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with."
He hesitated, then unzipped. "What do you like, anyway?"
She giggled, eyes narrowing with teasing fire. "Something twice that size—maybe an inch less than twice. Eleven inches of thick, throbbing cock that makes my pussy drip just thinking about it."
Leon grinned, unfazed. "Then why bring me back here?"
"Because you're cute when you're horny," she shot back, stepping close. Her strong hands pushed him onto the couch. "And I'm wet enough to make this fun."
Vixen stripped slowly, her ass grinding against his hardening length. She was dripping already, panties soaked. "Look at you, getting hard for a size queen. Pathetic and hot."
She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue flicking but never fully committing. "This little cock won't ruin me, but it'll get me panting."
Leon groaned as she mounted him, guiding his 6-inch cock into her tight, wet pussy. She rode him hard, strong thighs flexing, ass slapping down. "Deeper? Can't. But watch me cum anyway."
Sweating and panting, she came first, clenching around him until he exploded, cum spilling inside her. Vixen smirked, still in control. "Round two, big talker?"
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