Leo double-checked the address, thumbs hovering over his phone. 'You sure this is right? Strip club?' Elena's reply pinged back instantly: 'Yes, shy boy. Get in here.' He stepped inside, scanning the dim lounge and bar for his college friend, heart racing. A familiar laugh cut through the bass. 'Over here, Leo!' Elena leaned on the counter, her D-cup curves bouncing as she straightened. 'Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender,' he muttered, cheeks flushing. She grinned wickedly. 'Full of surprises. Come on, I want to show you something.' She led him upstairs to the VIP lounge, hips swaying. 'Hidden door for free food?' he joked nervously. 'Maybe later—if you earn it.' His sweatpants tented visibly. Elena's eyes flicked down. 'Already hard? Cute.' She pushed him onto a velvet couch and straddled him, grinding slow and deliberate. 'Think you can last two minutes like this?' Leo panted, 'Elena, shouldn't you be at the counter?' 'Sweet of you to worry,' she teased, pressing her ass firmer against his throbbing cock. 'But I'm exactly where I want to be. Feeling how wet you're making me?' His breath hitched. 'Ooh, wow—gonna jizz soon?' Grinding harder, she whispered filthy promises of her dripping pussy and what a real blowjob would feel like. Leo came hard, cum soaking through, sweating and panting. Elena laughed, strong and unyielding. 'Quite the compliment, but we're just getting started.'
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