Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a heartbeat as neon lights painted the room in sinful hues. He spotted her immediately—Vanessa, the busty size queen with curves that could stop traffic, her ample breasts barely contained by a glittering bikini top. She locked eyes with him, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she sauntered over, hips swaying with confident power.
"New face in the crowd," she purred, her voice sharp and teasing. "Looking for trouble, or just a peek at what you can't handle?"
Leon swallowed hard. "Maybe both. Buy me a dance?"
Vanessa laughed, a low, throaty sound that promised nothing easy. "Dance? Honey, I don't do easy. But VIP's calling if you've got the nerve." She grabbed his hand, leading him firmly—not asking, commanding—into the private room, her ass swaying hypnotically ahead of him.
Once inside, she turned, crossing her arms under those heavy tits. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with."
He hesitated, then unzipped, revealing his 6-inch cock, already half-hard from the tension. "What do you like?" he asked, voice steady but curious.
Vanessa giggled, circling him like a predator, her eyes sparkling with witty disdain. "Something two inches longer, stud—eight inches of thick, throbbing cock that makes my pussy drip just thinking about it. But you? You can get a handy if you're lucky."
She dropped to her knees but stayed in control, wrapping her strong hand around his shaft, stroking slowly at first. "Look at this cute little thing—hard already? Pathetic. My pussy's wet for real men, not this. Bet you dream of a blowjob from these lips, but you'd cum in seconds."
Leon groaned, sweating as her grip tightened, her fingers working him faster. "Fuck, Vanessa—"
"Shut it and take it," she snapped playfully, her free hand tracing her own ass. "Horny little boy with a baby cock. Feel that? Dripping pre-cum already. Imagine me riding something bigger while you pant like a dog." Her strokes grew relentless, building him up, his cock throbbing in her fist. "That's it—come for me, but know it's not enough."
He came hard, cum spurting across her hand as he panted, the room spinning with her laughter. Vanessa stood tall, wiping her fingers with a smirk, her own body flushed and ready for more. "Round one, small fry. Stick around if you want the real explosion."
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