Leon stepped into the dimly lit strip club, the bass thumping through his veins like a dare. The air smelled of perfume and sweat, and there she was—Sienna, the busty size queen with curves that could stop traffic, working the pole with a confident smirk. She caught his eye, sauntered over, and whispered, 'VIP room, handsome. Let's see if you measure up.'
In the private room, Sienna's eyes gleamed as she leaned in close. 'Pull it out,' she commanded, her voice sharp and playful.
Leon hesitated, then asked, 'What do you like?'
Sienna laughed, a wicked, witty sound. 'Oh darling, something two or three inches longer than that six-inch cock you've got hiding there. I need a real stretch for my pussy, not a tease.' Leon turned beet red, his face burning.
She didn't wait, wrapping her hand around his hardening shaft. 'Look at this little thing getting so hard for me,' she teased, stroking with expert rhythm. 'My ass deserves better, but watching you pant like a horny pup is almost fun.' Her grip tightened, making him sweat as she continued the SPH, 'This cock's cute but pathetic—my pussy's dripping for something bigger, yet here you are, leaking already.'
Leon groaned, panting harder as her fingers worked him faster. 'You're so wet just from humiliating me?' he managed.
'Wet enough to ride,' Sienna shot back, strong and unyielding, pushing him down and straddling him. She guided his cock into her dripping pussy, riding with fierce control, her ass bouncing as she chased her pleasure. 'Cum for me, small boy—show me that load!' He came hard, cum spilling as she ground down, her own orgasm building explosively amid the sweaty, panting heat. The night was just beginning.
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