Alex shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his cheeks already flushing as the bass thumped around him. He spotted her immediately—an hourglass vision named Vera, curves that could stop traffic, striding toward him with a knowing smirk. "First time, shy boy?" she purred, grabbing his hand and leading him straight to the VIP lounge without waiting for an answer. Once the curtain closed, Alex cleared his throat and asked what she liked. "Nine inches to really fill me up," Vera replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "but my minimum is seven—anything less and it's just a tease." She slid her hand down his pants, fingers brushing his modest length, and smiled wickedly. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up." His face turned beet red as she continued, "Oh honey, this little thing? It's more pinky than python." "Six inches of pure disappointment," she teased, stroking lightly. "My pussy would laugh at this excuse for a cock—it's not even hard enough to matter." "Call this a cock? It's a cocktail weenie at best," Vera quipped, her grip firming as she pumped him. "Seven inches minimum? You're two short and a lifetime of regret." "Imagine my ass trying to feel that— it'd be like a whisper in a hurricane," she laughed, building speed while he squirmed. "Horny as I am, this wet dream needs dripping inches, not your sad drip." Alex panted, sweating under her relentless wit. "Blowjob? With this? I'd choke on the boredom." She kept going, line after line: "Tiny, inadequate, laughable—your cock's a joke my friends would roast for days." "Not hard, not big, just... there," she mocked, her strong hand working him faster. "Pussy like mine craves nine, not this six-inch flop." He came hard, cum spurting as she grinned through the final pumps, his body shuddering in release. Vera wiped her hand with a wink, already plotting. "But don't worry, little guy—we've got chapters left to stretch those limits."
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