Leon pushed through the pulsing lights of the strip club, his pulse already racing. The air smelled of perfume and sweat. Then he spotted her: Vanessa, all curves and confidence, her busty frame barely contained by a glittering bikini top. She locked eyes with him and sauntered over, hips swaying like she owned the room.
"New face," she purred, voice sharp and teasing. "I'm Vanessa. You look like you could use some real entertainment. VIP room, now."
Leon followed, heart hammering. Once the curtain closed, she turned, crossing her arms under those full breasts. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with."
He swallowed. "What do you like?"
Vanessa laughed, low and wicked. "Something two or three inches longer than that shy little thing you're hiding. My pussy doesn't settle for average. It craves thick, deep, and hard."
Leon's face burned beet red as he unzipped. She stepped closer, wrapping cool fingers around his six-inch cock. "Oh, look at this cute, hard cock. So eager, yet so... insufficient. Bet it gets you horny just hearing that."
She stroked him slowly, thumb circling the head. "Feel how my grip barely stretches? A real cock would have me dripping already. This one? It's making me wet thinking about what I could do with nine inches instead."
Leon groaned, panting as her pace quickened. "Vanessa... fuck."
"That's right, beg," she smirked, free hand tracing her own ass. "My ass could swallow something bigger. Your cock's just a warm-up toy. Jerking you like this? It's almost charitable."
Sweat beaded on his brow. Her hand worked faster, slick with his pre-cum. "Come on, little guy. Show me how quick you blow. Imagine my pussy clenching around a proper dick while you drip and pant."
He came hard, cum spurting over her fingers as she chuckled. "Pathetic and perfect. But the night's young, Leon. Next round, maybe I'll let you watch what a size queen really needs."
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