Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, pulse quickening at the sight of Sasha—busty, commanding, hips swaying like she owned every inch of the room. "New face," she purred, eyes raking him. "VIP's this way, if you can handle it."
In the private room, neon lights painted her curves. "Pull it out," she demanded, arms crossed, not a hint of submission.
Leon smirked. "What do you like?"
Sasha giggled sharply, stepping closer. "Bigger, obviously. But you can get a handy—show me what that six-inch cock's got."
He unzipped, his cock already hard under her gaze. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking with expert tease. "Not bad for average, but my pussy's used to more. Still, you're making me horny." Her ass brushed his thigh as she leaned in, breath hot.
"Witty for a size queen," Leon shot back, panting as she sped up. "Planning a blowjob to compensate?"
"Only if you earn it," she retorted, dropping to her knees but staying in control, lips hovering. "This cock's twitching nicely." She licked once, then stood, pushing him down. "Lie back—I'm riding."
Sasha straddled him, her pussy wet and dripping as she sank down, taking every inch with a wicked grin. "Feel that? Not submissive, just selective." They moved together, sweating, her ass grinding hard while witty barbs flew: "Faster, or I'll find bigger." Leon groaned, thrusting up until he came, cum spilling as she climaxed with a sharp laugh, bodies tangled in explosive release.
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