Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat. Neon lights danced across sweat-slicked bodies as he scanned the room, his pulse quickening at the sight of her—busty, commanding, with curves that owned the space. She caught his eye and sauntered over, hips swaying with unapologetic power.
"New face," she purred, her voice sharp as a whip. "I'm Velvet. You look like trouble looking for more."
"Leon," he replied, meeting her gaze. "And trouble's my middle name tonight."
She smirked, leading him to the VIP room without asking. The door clicked shut, isolating them in dim red light. "Pull it out," Velvet commanded, crossing her arms under her ample breasts. "Let's see if you're worth my time."
Leon hesitated, then unzipped. "What do you like?"
Velvet giggled, eyes narrowing with wicked amusement as she eyed his 6-inch cock. "Something two inches longer, stud. But you can get a handy if you're brave." Her strong hand wrapped around him, stroking with teasing precision. "Mmm, this little cock's already hard? Cute, but my pussy craves real length—something thick to stretch my ass and make me drip. Yours? Pathetic."
She pumped faster, witty barbs flying. "Six inches? That's appetizer, not the main course. I'd need a blowjob from a real man to even get horny for this. Look at you, sweating and panting already."
Leon groaned, her grip firm and unyielding as she dominated the rhythm. "Fuck, Velvet—"
"That's right, beg for it," she teased, thumb circling the tip. "Your tiny cock's leaking, but it'll never fill me. Cum for me, little one—show me how quick you surrender." His body tensed, cum spurting as he came hard, panting under her sharp laughter. Velvet wiped her hand with a sly grin, already plotting the next round.
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