Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Velvet Vixen, his pulse hammering like a drumline. The strip club pulsed with bass and neon, but his eyes locked on her instantly—Raven, the busty size queen with curves that could start wars, striding toward him in heels that screamed power. "New face, huh? You look like trouble wrapped in nerves," she purred, her voice sharp as a whip. "Name's Raven. Buy a dance, or are you just here to stare?"
"Leon," he managed, already sweating under her gaze. She smirked, grabbing his hand. "VIP room. Now. I don't waste time on tourists."
In the dim VIP lounge, Raven towered over him, her ample breasts barely contained. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with." He hesitated, then unzipped, his 6-inch cock springing free—hard, but modest. She giggled, eyes sparkling with wicked delight. "Usually I demand 8 inches and up for the full ride, but you? A handy it is. Cute effort, though."
Leon flushed beet red. "What... what do you like, anyway?" he asked nervously.
Raven leaned in, her breath hot on his ear, witty and unyielding. "Big cocks that stretch my pussy till I'm dripping and begging. Yours? It's like a snack when I'm craving a feast. But hey, I'll stroke that little guy—watch it twitch while I tell you how I'd ride a real one, ass bouncing, wet and ready."
Her hand wrapped around his hard cock, jerking with expert rhythm. "Mmm, so sensitive. Panting already? Imagine me on my knees for a proper blowjob on something thicker—your cock's too small for my mouth to even gag on. But this handy? Feels good, doesn't it, knowing you're outclassed?" Leon groaned, horny as hell, his cock throbbing in her grip.
She didn't stop, building the heat. "Look at you sweating, that tiny dick leaking. I'd let a hung stud pound my ass till I came screaming, cum dripping down my thighs. But you? Just this—jerking off to my words while my pussy stays hungry for more." Her strokes quickened, witty barbs flying: "Six inches? Adorable. Most guys with that try to compensate with charm. You? You're just red-faced and hard."
The tension exploded as Raven straddled his lap, guiding his cock into her slick, dripping pussy despite her taunts. She rode him hard, ass grinding, both of them panting, her strong hands pinning his wrists. "Fuck, even this feels... surprising," she moaned, witty to the end. "Don't you dare cum first—make me wetter." Leon thrust up, the room filling with their shared heat until they both came in a shuddering, explosive release, cum mixing as she claimed every inch of control.
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