Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of the Velvet Lounge, his pulse quickening at the sight of her—Sasha, a busty size queen with curves that commanded the room. She sauntered over, hips swaying like a challenge. "New face, huh? Bet you're hoping for more than a lap dance, stranger." Her voice dripped with sharp wit, eyes sparkling with dominance. "VIP's calling your name—if you can handle it." In the private room, she locked the door and leaned in close. "Pull it out. Let's see the goods." Leon's hands trembled as he unzipped, revealing his 6-inch cock, already hard under her gaze. "What... what do you like?" he stammered, beet red. Sasha giggled, her strong hands on her hips. "Usually 8 inches and up to stretch my tight pussy just right—your little cock's cute, but it'll do for a handy. No blowjob tonight, darling." She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking with expert rhythm, her dirty talk flowing like velvet venom. "Oh, this tiny cock is so hard and desperate, isn't it? My ass could swallow bigger, but watch you sweat and pant while I work it. You're horny as hell for a size queen like me." Leon groaned, her grip firm and unyielding—she was in control, no submission here. "Feel that? My pussy's getting wet just teasing this inadequate thing, dripping at the thought of real men. But cum for me, small fry—show me how fast you break." Her pace quickened, his cock throbbing in her fist amid the heat, both of them panting as sweat beaded on their skin. The tension built explosively; she pressed closer, her body grinding just enough to promise more, her wet heat teasing his thigh while she whispered sph barbs that left him on the edge, ready to explode into her commanding touch.
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