Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a heartbeat. Spotting him, Serena sauntered over—busty, confident, her hips swaying with predatory grace. “New face. Looking to play, or just stare?” she purred, voice sharp as a whip. Leon smirked. “VIP room. Now.” She laughed, leading him by the hand without asking. Inside the private lounge, lights low and air thick, she locked the door. “Strip rules: I decide everything. Pull it out.” Leon hesitated, then asked, “What do you like?” Serena giggled, eyes sparkling with wicked wit. “Something two inches longer than that average six you’re packing—but you can get a handy if you behave.” Her fingers danced over his belt, freeing his hardening cock. “Mmm, look at this cute little thing getting all hard. Think it can satisfy a size queen like me? My pussy craves eight thick inches stretching it deep, not this.” She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow and firm, her grip teasing. “Feel that? Your cock’s twitching already, horny boy. Bet my dripping wet pussy would laugh at this.” Leon groaned, panting as her pace quickened. “You’re cruel,” he shot back. “Cruel? I’m honest,” she retorted, witty and unyielding, squeezing his shaft. “This tiny cock couldn’t fill my ass, let alone make me cum screaming. But watch it swell for me.” Sweat beaded on his brow; her hand pumped faster, thumb circling the head. “Panting already? Imagine a real cock pounding me while you watch. Your six inches is a joke—perfect for a quick handy, nothing more.” Her own breath hitched, body pressing close, nipples hard against silk. “Cum for me, small stuff,” she commanded, stroking relentlessly until he exploded, hot cum spilling over her fingers. She smirked, licking a drop. “Round one. Ready for more?”
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