Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat. A busty brunette with an ass that defied gravity locked eyes with him from the stage. She descended like a predator, hips swaying. "New meat? I'm Sasha, and you look like you need more than a lap dance."
"Leon," he managed, already sweating. "VIP room?"
Her laugh was sharp and witty. "Only if you can handle the truth, big talker." She grabbed his hand, leading him past the crowd. In the dim VIP, she shoved him onto the couch. "Pull it out. Let's see the goods."
Leon swallowed. "What do you like?"
Sasha smirked, towering over him, strong and unyielding. "Something two or three inches longer than average, honey. Your turn."
Beet red, Leon unzipped. His six-inch cock sprang free, already hard. Sasha's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, look at this cute little cock—hard as a rock but so... modest. My pussy needs real length to get wet and dripping."
She knelt, gripping him firmly. "Horny already? Panting like that?" Her strokes were expert, teasing. "This tiny thing couldn't satisfy my ass, let alone my pussy. Imagine a blowjob from me— you'd cum in seconds, wouldn't you?" Leon groaned, sweating more as she pumped faster.
Sasha stood, peeling off her thong to reveal her glistening pussy, dripping with arousal. "Watch this." She straddled him, grinding her wet heat against his cock without entry yet. "Feel how ready I am? Too bad you're not packing enough to make me scream."
The lead-up exploded as she lowered herself, taking him in with a wicked grin, riding hard while her ass slapped against him, both panting toward climax.
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