Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Midnight Orchid, the bass thumping like a heartbeat in his chest. The air was thick with perfume and promise. On stage, she commanded the room—a busty vision in crimson lace, curves that could stop traffic, and a smirk that said she knew exactly what she wanted. Her name was Vivienne, the club's reigning size queen, and her eyes locked onto him like a predator spotting prey.
"New face," she purred, sliding off the stage and sauntering over, hips swaying with deliberate power. "Buy a girl a drink, or are you just here to stare?"
Leon swallowed, his pulse quickening. "Name's Leon. And staring at you feels like the best decision I've made all night."
Vivienne laughed, sharp and melodic, leading him to the VIP room without asking. The private space was dim, plush, and intimate. She closed the door, turning with arms crossed under her ample breasts. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you've got."
He hesitated, heat rising. "What do you like, Vivienne? Tell me your type."
She giggled, circling him like a shark, her voice dripping with witty venom. "Oh, darling, something two inches longer than average—eight solid inches of thick, throbbing cock that makes my pussy drip just thinking about it. But you? That six-inch number you've got? It'll do for a handy. Go on, show me that cute little cock."
Leon's breath hitched as he unzipped, his hard cock springing free. Vivienne's eyes sparkled with amusement, not submission. "Cute," she teased, wrapping her strong fingers around it. "Look at this eager thing—hard already, but so... modest. Bet it doesn't stretch an ass like mine the way I crave."
She stroked him firmly, her grip expert and unyielding, building a rhythm that had him panting. "Feel that? My hand's bigger than your cock, Leon. Horny little thing, leaking already. Imagine if it were bigger—maybe then I'd let you near my wet pussy. But this? This gets the VIP special: a teasing handy while I remind you how average you are."
Sweating, Leon groaned as her pace quickened, her free hand tracing her own curves. "Dripping for the real deal, aren't you? But you'll cum for me just like this—small, hard, and humiliated."
His cock twitched in her fist, the pressure building to an explosive edge. Vivienne leaned in, whispering sharp barbs that sent him over: "That's it, cum for the size queen. Show me how that tiny cock explodes." He came hard, ropes of cum splattering as she milked him dry, her laughter echoing—strong, in control, and utterly seductive.
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