Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Velvet Vixen, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and bad decisions. That's when he spotted her—Raven, the busty size queen with curves that could stop traffic and a smirk sharper than her stiletto heels. She sauntered over, hips swaying like she owned the room, which she basically did.
"New face," she purred, eyes raking him up and down. "Looking for trouble or just a show?"
"Both, maybe," Leon replied, trying to sound cool. "VIP room?"
Raven laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Bold. I like that. Follow me, big talker." She grabbed his hand and led him past the main stage into the dimly lit VIP lounge, her ass bouncing with every step. Once the door clicked shut, she turned, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. "Alright, Leon—yeah, I caught your name at the bar—whip it out. Let's see what you're working with."
He hesitated, face flushing, but unzipped anyway. His 6-inch cock sprang free, already half-hard from the tension. "So... what do you like?" he asked nervously, voice cracking just a bit.
Raven giggled, circling him like a predator. "Usually? Eight inches and up, baby. Something that can really pound my pussy, make me drip and beg. Your little cock? Cute. Like a starter pack. But hey, you get a handy for the effort. Sit down."
Beet red, Leon obeyed. She wrapped her manicured fingers around him, stroking slow and deliberate. "Look at this hard little thing throbbing in my hand. So eager, but not enough to stretch my ass or hit the spots that make me cum screaming. Mmm, feel how wet I'm getting just teasing you? My pussy's practically dripping, but not for this."
Her grip tightened, pumping faster as she whispered dirty nothings. "That's it, stroke that ego while I work your cock. Bet you'd love a blowjob from these lips, but you'd probably cum in seconds. Panting already? Sweaty palms? Horny little boy with a toy-sized dick."
Leon groaned, hips bucking as her hand worked magic, precum beading at the tip. "Fuck, Raven—"
"Shh, let the size queen handle it," she teased, witty and unyielding. "Your cock's so small I could fit it in my cleavage and still have room for dessert. But watch—you're gonna cum hard for me anyway." She sped up, thumb circling the head, her own breath hitching as she got into it, nipples hardening visibly. "Come on, explode for me. Paint my hand with that cum."
With a final witty jab—"Six inches of pure, adorable disappointment"—Leon came undone, groaning as ropes of cum shot out, his body shaking in release. Raven smirked, licking a drop from her finger. "Not bad for a preview. Round two might need upgrades."
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