Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of the strip club, scanning the writhing bodies until his eyes locked on Sasha. She was all curves and confidence, her busty frame commanding the stage like she owned every gaze. With a sly crook of her finger, she led him to the VIP room, shutting the door with a smirk.
"So, stranger," Sasha purred, her voice sharp as she circled him, "what's a guy like you chasing in a place like this?"
Leon grinned, already feeling the heat. "Maybe a little fun with someone who knows what she wants."
She laughed, witty and unyielding. "Oh, I always know. But let's see if you measure up." Pressing close, her breath hot, she whispered, "Pull it out."
He hesitated, then asked, "What do you like?"
Sasha giggled, eyes sparkling with tease. "Bigger. But you can get a handy." Her strong hands guided him, making his 6-inch cock hard in her grip. She stroked with expert rhythm, her pussy already wet and dripping as she grew horny from the control.
Panting, Leon watched her ass sway while she worked him. "Damn, you're good at this."
"I know," she shot back, sweating lightly, her fingers firm. "Now shut up and enjoy what I give." The handy turned explosive as she straddled him, taking his cock deep into her pussy despite the tease, riding hard until they both came in a rush of cum and moans.
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