Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Midnight Lounge, the air thick with bass and perfume. His eyes locked on Raven, a busty vision in crimson lace whose curves demanded attention. She sauntered over, hips swaying like a challenge. "New face. Looking for trouble or just a tease?" she purred, voice sharp as a whip. "Both, if you're offering," Leon replied, matching her wit. Raven smirked, leading him to the VIP room without another word. Once inside, she locked the door. "Pull it out. Let's see what you've got." Leon hesitated, then asked, "What do you like?" Raven's laugh was low and wicked. "Something two or three inches longer than that average cock of yours, darling. Six inches? Cute, but my pussy craves more to really grip." Leon flushed beet red as she stepped closer, her hand already freeing his hardening length. "Look at it—hard but so... underwhelming. My ass has taken bigger without breaking a sweat." She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking with expert rhythm, her other hand tracing her own dripping wet pussy through lace. "Horny yet? Watch me get wetter just thinking of a real man." Leon panted, sweating under her gaze. "You're cruel," he gasped. "Cruel? This is mercy," Raven shot back, jerking faster. "Imagine me on my knees for a blowjob on something that could actually fill me. Yours? I'd laugh." Her touch intensified, his cock throbbing as she teased his size mercilessly. "Cum for me, little one—show me how quick you are." He came with a groan, cum spilling over her fingers, but Raven wasn't done. She pushed him back, straddling his lap, her ass grinding against him as she grew even wetter. "Round two. This time, I ride until I explode." Their bodies tangled in heated passion, her strong hands guiding every thrust toward an explosive climax.
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