Leon pushed through the velvet curtains of the Midnight Lounge, heart hammering as neon lights danced over curves and shadows. The air smelled of perfume and sin. At the bar, a busty brunette in a barely-there crimson dress caught his eye—Raven, the dancer everyone whispered about. She sauntered over, hips swaying like a promise. 'New face,' she purred, voice sharp as a whip. 'Looking to waste time or make it count?' Leon swallowed. 'VIP room? Just... curious.' Her laugh was low and wicked. 'Curious boys pay double. Follow me, handsome.' In the dim VIP lounge, she locked the door and turned, eyes raking him. 'Strip the nerves, Leon. Pull it out.' He obeyed, cock springing free at six inches, already half-hard from her gaze. 'Nervous?' she teased, stepping closer. 'What do you like?' he blurted, cheeks flaming. Raven giggled, circling him like prey. 'Usually eight inches and up—thick, throbbing cocks that stretch my pussy just right. Yours? Cute, but let's call it a handy for the effort.' Beet red, Leon twitched. She gripped him, fingers expert and unyielding. 'Look at this little cock, so eager yet so... underwhelming. Bet it drips faster than my wet pussy gets for real men.' Her hand pumped, slow then firm, witty barbs flowing. 'Imagine me on my knees for a proper blowjob—lips wrapped around something that makes me gag and moan. Your ass would clench watching that, wouldn't it? Horny little thing.' Leon panted, sweating as her strokes quickened, her free hand tracing her own ass. 'Feel how hard you are? Pathetic. But cum for me—dripping all over my hand while I tell you how I'd ride a bigger cock, pussy clenching, juices dripping down my thighs.' He came with a groan, cum spurting as she smirked, strong and in control. 'Round one, size queen style. Ready for chapter two?'
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