Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of the Velvet Vault, his pulse quickening at the sight of her—Raven, a busty size queen with curves that commanded the room. She sauntered over, hips swaying like a challenge. "New face, huh? Looking lost or just hungry?" she purred, voice sharp as a whip. "Name's Raven. What's yours, stranger?"
"Leon," he replied, trying to match her wit. "And I'm not lost—maybe just curious."
She laughed, low and throaty. "Curious gets you far here. VIP's calling. Follow if you dare." In the private room, the air thickened with promise. Raven locked the door, her eyes raking over him. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with."
He hesitated, then asked, "What do you like?"
She smirked, stepping closer, her ample breasts brushing his chest. "Twice that size, darling. Something that fills me up, makes my pussy drip and my ass beg. Not some average tease." Leon turned beet red, but her hand was already on his belt, freeing his 6-inch cock. It stood hard, throbbing under her gaze.
"Oh, look at this little thing," she teased, fingers wrapping around it with expert grip, jerking slowly. "Six inches? Cute, but my pussy needs more—twice as much to stretch me wide. This cock's too small to make me cum screaming." Her strokes quickened, witty barbs flowing: "Feel that? Hard but pathetic. Bet you'd love a blowjob, but I'd laugh at how quick you finish."
Leon panted, sweating as she worked him, her free hand tracing her own wet, dripping folds. "Horny yet? Watch me get wet thinking of a real man." He came hard, cum spurting over her hand, but Raven wasn't done—pushing him back, she mounted him, riding with fierce control, her strong thighs clamping as the explosive sex built, her moans mixing with taunts until they both shattered in ecstasy.
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