Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon of the club, double-checking the address Elena had texted. "You sure this is right?" he fired off. Her reply was instant: "Get your shy ass in here." Inside, the bass thumped as he scanned the bar and lounge, missing the confident figure behind the counter. Elena's laugh cut through the noise like a whip. "Eyes up here, college boy." She bounced her full D-cup breasts deliberately, drawing his gaze. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," he stammered, cheeks flushing. "Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on—I want to show you something." She led him upstairs to the VIP section, her hips swaying with purpose. "Is there a hidden door? Free food involved?" Leo joked nervously. Elena glanced back with a wicked grin. "Maybe later, if you earn it." His sweatpants began to tent noticeably. She noticed immediately. "Already hard? My, my. Tell me, Leo, ever wondered what it's like to have a woman take control in a place like this?" Her questions dripped with sexual undertones—sharp, teasing probes about his fantasies, his limits, delivered with a strong, unapologetic edge that left him sweating and speechless. In the private room, Elena stripped to nothing but a thong and pushed him onto the velvet couch. "Let's make a bet. Think that cock of yours can last two minutes while I grind on you?" She straddled him, her ass pressing back as she moved rhythmically, her pussy heat radiating through the thin fabric. Leo panted, "Elena, don't you need to be at the counter?" "Sweet of you to worry," she retorted wittily, "but I'm exactly where I want to be. Focus on not blowing early." Hypnotized by her ass, he felt himself getting closer, horny and dripping with anticipation. She looked back, biting her lip. "Just give me a warning if you're gonna open fire." Ten more seconds of grinding and he gasped, "I... uh." Elena stopped, stroking his hard length through his shorts for five intense seconds until he came, cum soaking the fabric. "Oh?!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched tease, her face alight with triumph as his turned beet red. "If that was a blowjob, think that would've been under a minute?" Her strong hands lingered, promising far more explosive encounters ahead.
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