Leon pushed through the smoky haze of the Velvet Lounge, his pulse quickening at the sight of her on stage. She was a vision of curves—busty, commanding, with a wicked smile that promised trouble. Her name tag read 'Vixen,' but her eyes said she owned the room. After her set, she sauntered over, hips swaying like a challenge. 'New here, handsome? Follow me to VIP if you want the real show.'
In the dim private room, Vixen locked the door and turned, her ample breasts heaving. 'Strip down, Leon. Let's see what you're working with.'
He hesitated, face flushing. 'What do you like?'
She laughed, sharp and teasing, stepping close enough for her perfume to intoxicate. 'Something two or three inches longer than average, darling. A cock that can actually stretch my tight pussy and make my ass quiver. Not every guy measures up to a size queen like me.'
Beet red, Leon pulled out his six-inch dick, already half-hard under her gaze. 'It's... it's six inches,' he muttered.
'Oh, sweetie,' she cooed, wrapping her strong fingers around it, stroking firmly. 'This little cock is so hard and eager, but it's dripping with potential it can't fulfill. My pussy gets wet for real men—thick, long ones that hit deep while I ride them senseless. Imagine me on all fours, ass up, begging for a blowjob from something that makes me pant and sweat.'
Leon groaned as she pumped faster, her witty barbs landing like sparks. 'Look at you, horny and beet-faced. This isn't enough to make me cum screaming. I'd need two more inches to feel that explosive stretch, to have you filling me while I dominate every thrust.'
Her hand worked expertly, building him to the edge. He panted, sweating, as she whispered, 'Cum for me, little one—show me how this inadequate cock tries.' He came hard, cum spilling over her fingers, but her smirk promised the real explosion was yet to come.
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