Leon pushed through the velvet curtain of the strip club, heart pounding as neon lights pulsed over gyrating bodies. A busty brunette with curves that could stop traffic locked eyes with him from the bar—Elena, the rumored size queen who ruled the VIP rooms. She sauntered over, hips swaying like a promise. 'New face, huh? You look like trouble wrapped in a suit. Name’s Elena. Buy me a drink and tell me why you’re really here.'
Leon smirked, witty as ever. 'Leon. And I’m here because the view just got a hell of a lot better.' Elena laughed sharply, pulling him close. 'Flattery won’t save you, handsome. Let’s skip the small talk—VIP room, now.' She led him upstairs, her ass teasingly brushing against him.
In the dim room, Elena stripped off her top, revealing full breasts. 'Pull it out. Show me what you brought.' Leon hesitated, then unzipped, his 6-inch cock springing free, already hard. 'What do you like?' he asked, voice steady but curious. Elena’s eyes sparkled with wicked wit. 'Something 2 or 3 inches longer than that cute little cock. Yours is... adorable, but my pussy craves real length to stretch it wide.' Leon turned beet red.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, jerking him off with expert strokes. 'Look at this tiny thing throbbing—SPH is my favorite game. Bet it feels huge to you, but it’s just a tease for my dripping wet pussy.' Elena grew horny, her breath panting as she rubbed her ass against his leg. 'You want a blowjob? Too bad, this small cock wouldn’t satisfy.' She pushed him down, mounting him dominantly. 'Fuck me anyway—make me cum.' Leon thrust into her tight heat, sweating as she rode him hard, her pussy clenching. 'Deeper? Can’t—your cock’s too short, but the humiliation makes me wetter.' Elena came first, juices dripping, then milked him until he exploded, cum spilling as they both panted in ecstasy.
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