Leon pushed through the smoky haze of Velvet Nights, his pulse quickening at the sight of her on stage. Curves that defied gravity, a busty goddess named Vixen commanding the pole with a smirk that promised trouble. She locked eyes with him mid-spin, hips rolling like she owned the room.
"New face," she purred after her set, sauntering over in heels that clicked like warnings. "Looking for a private dance, or just here to stare?"
"Both, if you're offering," Leon shot back, trying to match her wit. She laughed, sharp and throaty, leading him to the VIP room without another word.
Once inside, Vixen locked the door and turned, her eyes raking him. "Pull it out. Let's see what you're working with."
Leon hesitated, then asked, "What do you like?"
She stepped closer, voice dripping with tease. "Something two or three inches longer than average. You know, the kind that actually hits my pussy right." His face turned beet red as she chuckled. "Six inches? Cute. But my ass craves more. Still, let's play."
Her hand wrapped around his hardening cock, stroking slow and firm. "Look at this little thing getting hard for me. Horny already? Pathetic." Leon groaned, sweating under her gaze as she jerked faster. "This cock's too small for a real blowjob— I'd laugh mid-suck. But watch you pant while I make it drip."
Vixen pressed against him, her wet pussy grinding teasingly through her thong. "Feel how dripping I am? All that teasing, and you're beet red, cock twitching. Imagine if it was bigger— I'd ride you till you came buckets. But this? SPH time, baby. Small, useless, yet here you are, begging with your eyes."
Her grip tightened, witty barbs flowing as his breath hitched. "Cum for me, tiny boy— but next round, we fix this with something that makes my ass scream." The tension built, her strong hands owning him, leading to an explosive edge where she shoved him down, straddling with intent.
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