Leo hesitated outside the pulsing neon sign of the club, double-checking the address his college friend had texted. "You sure this is right?" he messaged. Her reply came quick: "Yes. Get in here." Heart pounding, he stepped inside, scanning the bar and lounge for any sign of her. Nothing. Then a familiar laugh cut through the bass. "Over here, stranger." Elena leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing playfully as she waved. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," Leo stammered, cheeks already flushing. "Full of surprises," she winked. "Come on, I want to show you something." She led him upstairs to the VIP section, her hips swaying. "Hidden door for free food?" he joked nervously. "Maybe later," she purred, eyeing the growing tent in his sweatpants. "My, my—already excited?" In the private room, Elena pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled him in nothing but a thong. "You think you can handle this?" she teased, grinding slowly. "Bet you won't last two minutes without losing it." Leo gulped. "Elena, shouldn't you be at the counter?" "Sweet of you to worry," she laughed, pressing her ass harder against his hardening cock. "But focus on not blowing early."
"Think that shy cock of yours can survive my ass?" she whispered, rolling her hips. "Or are you already leaking?" He stayed silent, sweating. "Don't you dare cum on my first grind—hold it like a good boy." Another circle. "Pussy's getting wet just watching you squirm." Still no reply. "Your hard-on's throbbing—scared you'll paint my thong?" He managed, "Trying not to..." "Good, because if you bust now, no blowjob later." She bit her lip, grinding faster. "Feel how dripping I am? Last ten seconds or you're done." "I... uh..." Leo panted. She stopped, stroking him through his shorts for five intense seconds. He came hard, face beet red. "Oh?!" she gasped in delight, smiling wickedly. "Told you to warn me before opening fire."
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