Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of Velvet Shadows, his pulse quickening as scantily clad dancers swayed on stage. A busty brunette with curves that could stop traffic locked eyes with him from across the room. Vivienne sauntered over, her hips rolling with confident power. "New face? You look like trouble wrapped in a shy smile. Name's Vivienne, and I don't do small talk—unless it's about big assets." Leon swallowed hard. "Leon. Just... looking for a good time." She smirked, leading him to the VIP room without hesitation. "Good time, huh? Let's see what you've got." Once alone, her gaze sharpened. "Pull it out, Leon. Show me." He complied nervously, his 6-inch cock already half-hard. "What do you like?" he asked, voice cracking. Vivienne giggled, her strong hands on her hips. "Usually 8 inches and up to really stretch my pussy, but you can get a handy. That little cock of yours is cute in a pathetic way—perfect for my amusement." Beet red, Leon watched as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking firmly. "Mmm, look at this hard little thing twitching. Bet it dreams of my dripping wet pussy, but it'd never fill me. You horny boys with average dicks always pant like puppies." She pumped faster, her ass swaying as she leaned in. "Imagine me on my knees for a real blowjob—too bad this cock couldn't handle my mouth without cumming early. Feel that? Sweating already?" Leon groaned, her witty jabs mixing with the slick rhythm. "Your ass is incredible," he managed. She laughed sharply. "Flattery won't grow it, darling. This cock's good for one thing: making you cum quick while I stay in control." Her grip tightened, dirty talk flowing as he neared the edge. "That's it, spill that cum for me—dripping all over my hand like the small-dicked mess you are." He came hard, panting and sweating, the explosive release leaving him reeling as Vivienne winked, already plotting their next encounter.
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