Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the strip club, the bass thumping like a second heartbeat. The air smelled of perfume and sin. Then he saw her—Raven, all curves and confidence, her busty frame barely contained by a glittering thong and heels that screamed power. She locked eyes with him, a knowing smirk curling her lips.
"New face," she purred, sauntering over. "Looking for trouble, or just a peek?"
"Both," Leon replied, matching her gaze. "Name’s Leon."
Raven chuckled, sharp and teasing. "Raven. And I don’t do small talk unless it’s about big things. VIP? My treat—for now."
She led him to a private room, hips swaying like a challenge. Once inside, she turned, arms crossed under her ample chest. "Pull it out. Let’s see what you’re working with."
Leon hesitated, then grinned. "What do you like, Raven?"
She giggled, eyes sparkling with wicked wit. "Bigger. Much bigger. My pussy gets so wet and dripping for a cock that stretches me wide, makes my ass clench and my whole body sweat. Six inches? Cute, but it won’t make me pant or come screaming. Still..." She stepped closer, voice dropping husky. "You can get a handy. Maybe I’ll even get horny enough to reconsider."
Leon’s cock hardened instantly at her words. He unzipped, freeing his six-inch length. Raven’s hand wrapped around it, stroking slow and firm, her touch electric. "Mmm, not bad for a starter," she teased, thumb circling the tip. "But imagine if this was thicker—my blowjob skills would have you coming in seconds."
Her grip tightened, pumping faster. Leon groaned, but Raven stayed in control, strong and unyielding. "Feel that? My hand’s making you throb, but my pussy’s aching for more. Want to upgrade this handy to something explosive?" Sweat beaded on her skin as she leaned in, her breath hot. The tension built, her strokes relentless, leading them both toward a shattering release neither would forget.
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