Leo paused at the entrance, double-checking the text from his college friend: "Yes, that's the spot. Get your ass in here." He replied nervously, "This can't be right—strip club?" Her instant comeback: "Scared of a little fun, college boy?" Heart pounding, he entered and scanned the bar and lounge, spotting no one familiar. A sultry laugh cut through the bass. "Eyes up here, Leo!" She leaned over the counter, her D-cup boobs bouncing invitingly as she caught his gaze. "Didn't know you were a bartender here," he muttered, face flushing. She smirked, "Plenty of surprises tonight. Come on, I want to show you something upstairs." Leading him to VIP, he quipped, "Hidden door for free food?" Her eyes gleamed wickedly: "Maybe later—if you earn it. Tell me, how long do you usually last under pressure?" His sweatpants tented as they entered the private room. "Ever felt a real woman's ass grinding you senseless?" she teased, now in just a thong, pressing close. "Bet you can't handle two minutes without losing it." He stammered, "Don't you need to be at the counter?" She laughed sharply, "Sweet of you to worry—I'm exactly where I want to be. Feel how wet my pussy is getting?" Grinding her ass on his hard cock through his shorts, she whispered, "You're already so horny, sweating and panting. My dripping thong says you're in trouble." Hypnotized, he watched her move. "Just give me a warning if you're gonna open fire," she bit her lip. Ten seconds later: "I... uh..." She halted, stroking his cock through the fabric for five intense seconds until he came, cum soaking his shorts. "Oh?!" she squealed high-pitched, his face beet red. Smiling confidently, she purred, "If that was a blowjob, think that would've been under a minute?"
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