Leon pushed through the smoky haze of the Velvet Lounge, his pulse quickening at the sight of her on stage. She was a vision of curves—busty, with hips that swayed like a promise and eyes that locked onto him mid-spin. The size queen. She didn't just dance; she commanded the room. When her set ended, she sauntered over, a wicked smile playing on her lips. 'New face. Buy me a drink, or are you just here to stare?'
In the dim VIP room, she closed the door with a click, her presence filling the space. 'Name's Lila. And you?'
'Leon,' he replied, leaning back on the velvet couch.
She circled him like a predator. 'Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what you're working with.'
He smirked, meeting her gaze. 'What do you like, Lila? Tell me your type.'
She laughed, sharp and teasing, her hand tracing her own ample cleavage. 'Handsome? You're easy on the eyes, I'll give you that. But six inches? Darling, that's cute for a starter. I crave something that stretches me, makes my pussy drip and my ass beg for more. You think that cock of yours can handle a woman like me?'
Leon's breath hitched as he unzipped, his hard length springing free. Lila's eyes gleamed with amusement, not submission. 'Mmm, not bad. But let's see if you can make me wet enough to forget the inches.' She shed her top, her breasts heavy and inviting, then straddled his lap without asking. 'Horny yet? Feel how my pussy's already dripping just from the tease?'
She ground against him, panting lightly as his hands found her ass. 'Blowjob first? Or do you want to watch me come all over that modest cock?' Leon groaned, sweating under her confident touch. The air thickened with desire, her witty barbs fueling the fire as she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. 'Impress me, or I'll find someone bigger to finish what you start.'
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