Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Velvet Vixen, his pulse already racing from the thumping bass and flashing lights. A busty brunette in a barely-there sequined bikini locked eyes with him from the stage, her curves commanding the room like she owned every inch. She sauntered over after her set, hips swaying with predatory grace. "New face in the crowd? I'm Vixen. You look like you could use some private attention, stranger." Leon smirked, trying to match her confidence. "Leon. And yeah, VIP sounds like my kind of trouble." She laughed sharply, leading him to the dimly lit room. "Trouble? Baby, you have no idea. Strip down a bit—pull it out. Let's see what we're working with." He hesitated, then complied, revealing his 6-inch cock already half-hard. "What do you like, anyway?" Vixen circled him, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Twice that size, for starters. Something that actually fills a girl up instead of this cute little thing." Leon turned beet red, but she didn't stop, her strong hand wrapping around him firmly. "Look at this—hard already from a little tease? Pathetic, but horny as hell. My pussy's dripping just thinking about a real cock, not this. I'd need a blowjob from someone twice your length to even get wet properly." She stroked him expertly, her ass grinding against his thigh as she whispered sharply, "Sweating yet? Panting like a desperate boy? This tiny cock couldn't handle my ass, let alone make me come. Cum for me if you can, but we both know it's not enough." Her grip tightened, witty barbs flowing as he grew harder under her control, the room heating up with tension toward something far more explosive.
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