Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of the strip club, eyes scanning the writhing bodies until they locked on her—Raven, a busty size queen whose curves commanded the room. She sauntered over after her set, hips swaying like a promise. "New face. You look like trouble wrapped in curiosity," she teased, voice sharp as a whip. "Buy a dance, or are you all talk?"
Intrigued, Leon followed her to the VIP room, the air thick with anticipation. Raven shut the door, turning with a wicked grin. "Pull it out. Let's see what you're hiding." Her gaze was bold, unyielding.
Leon smirked, unbuttoning. "What do you like, anyway?"
Raven giggled, eyes narrowing playfully as she eyed his 6-inch cock. "Bigger, stud. But you can get a handy if you behave." She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slow and firm, making him hard in seconds. "Mmm, not bad, but my pussy craves more. Still, this'll do for now."
Her touch turned electric, and soon Leon was panting, sweating as she dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling. "Horny already? Feel how wet I'm getting just thinking of a real challenge," she purred, guiding his hand to her dripping pussy. Raven wasn't submissive—she straddled him, ass grinding back as she took control, sliding his cock deep inside her. "Fuck, you're filling me just enough."
They moved in a frenzy, her riding hard, breasts bouncing, both sweating and panting until she came with a cry, her pussy clenching as cum spilled over. The explosive heat left them gasping, hinting at rounds to come.
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