Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon sign of the Velvet Lounge, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. 'You sure this is right?' he typed. The reply came instantly: 'Yes. Get your shy ass in here.' He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her, oblivious to the woman behind the counter until a familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Leo! Over here, dummy.' Sophia bounced on her heels, her D-cup breasts jiggling invitingly under a tight top. 'Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender,' he stammered, cheeks flushing. She smirked, all confidence and curves. 'Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something upstairs.' As they climbed to the VIP section, he glanced around nervously. 'Hidden door for free food or something?' Sophia chuckled, leading him to a private booth. 'Maybe later—if you earn it.' His sweatpants betrayed him, tenting hard as she pressed close. 'Feeling a little... tense already?' she teased with a wink. 'Tell me, Leo, how long do you think you could handle a real woman grinding on you? Think of it as a test run for sex.' She straddled him without warning, her ass rolling against his throbbing cock in slow, deliberate circles. 'Bet you can't last two minutes. My pussy's already wet and dripping just thinking about breaking you in.' Leo panted, sweating under her control. 'Shouldn't you be at the counter?' 'Sweet of you to worry,' she purred, grinding harder, 'but I'm exactly where I want to be.' Five seconds later, he came hard, cum soaking through his pants as he gasped. Sophia laughed, sharp and victorious. 'Pathetic. Couldn't even hold out for the warm-up. Horny little thing—next time, maybe you'll get to feel my mouth on that cock before you blow.'
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