Leo double-checked the address, thumbs hovering over his phone. "You sure this is right? Strip club at 10pm?" Her reply pinged back instantly: "Yes, Leo. Get your shy ass in here." He sighed, sweat already prickling his neck, and pushed through the doors.
The lounge pulsed with low lights and bass. He scanned the bar, then the velvet couches—no sign of Mia. Until a familiar laugh cut through the haze. "Looking for someone, college boy?" Mia leaned over the counter, her D-cup breasts bouncing as she straightened, barely contained in a tight top. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," he stammered, face flushing.
She smirked, sharp eyes locking on his. "Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand—strong grip, no hesitation—and led him upstairs to the VIP section. "Hidden door for free food up here?" he joked, sweatpants already tenting embarrassingly. Mia glanced down, biting her lip with a wicked grin. "Maybe later, if you earn it."
In the private booth, she shed her top, now in nothing but a thong, and pressed close. "So, Leo... ever wondered how long a guy like you lasts with a real woman grinding on him?" Her questions dripped innuendo—"Bet that cock's already hard thinking about my ass?" "Feel horny yet, or need more prompting?" He swallowed, shy as hell. "Shouldn't you be at the counter?"
"Sweet of you to worry," she purred, straddling his lap. "But I'm exactly where I want to be." Mia started grinding, her ass rolling against his sweatpants, thong sliding over his hardening length. He felt himself throbbing, closer with every sway. "Two minutes, Leo. Last without blowing, and maybe I'll let you taste my dripping pussy."
Ten seconds in, her rhythm intensified—wet heat through thin fabric, his cock straining. Hypnotized by her ass, he panted. "I... uh..." She stopped, stroking him firmly through the shorts for five electric seconds. He came hard, cum soaking the fabric in pulsing waves. "Oh?!" she squealed in mock surprise, high-pitched and delighted. "Look at you, sweating and panting already. That cock couldn't handle my ass for two minutes?"
Mia turned, eyes sparkling with control. "Red-faced and dripping cum in your pants—how adorable. Think you could handle a blowjob next, or would you come before my lips touch it? Wet spot's growing; your shy cock's got no stamina. Bet my pussy's tighter than your fantasies. Ready for round two, or need a warning label?" She teased on, a dozen sharp lines flowing: "Next time, give me that heads-up before you open fire. Or are you always this quick on the trigger?"
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