Leon stepped into the dimly lit strip club, heart pounding as neon lights danced across the stage. There she was—Sasha, the busty size queen with curves that could stop traffic, her ample breasts barely contained by a glittering top. She locked eyes with him mid-performance, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Moments later, she sauntered over, hips swaying with confidence. "New face? You look like trouble, but the fun kind. VIP room, now."
In the private lounge, Sasha towered over him, strong and unyielding. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you've got." He complied nervously, revealing his 6-inch cock, already half-hard. "What... what do you like?" he stammered, face beet red.
She giggled, sharp and witty. "Usually 8 inches and up to make my pussy throb, darling—anything less is just a tease for my dripping ass. But you? You can get a handy. Consider it charity for that cute little cock." Her hand wrapped around him, stroking firmly as she whispered dirty taunts. "Look at this hard but pathetic thing—bet it couldn't satisfy me with a blowjob even if I tried. You're sweating already, panting like a horny dog."
Leon groaned, her grip relentless. Sasha leaned in, breasts brushing his chest, controlling every thrust of her wrist. "Feel that? My wet pussy's off-limits for small fry like you, but watch me make this cock cum hard." He came explosively, cum spilling over her fingers as she laughed triumphantly, leaving him panting and utterly spent.
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