Leo stood at the edge of the crowded strip club, six feet of nervous energy in a sea of flashing lights. His palms were damp, and every pulse reminded him why he almost hadn’t come inside. Then she appeared—tall, busty, with a knowing smirk that said she owned every inch of the room. “You look like you need the VIP treatment,” she purred, sliding a hand along his arm. “Name’s Viv. Follow me if you want to stop pretending you’re just here for the view.”
They walked through the velvet curtain, and Leo felt himself grow hard with every step, the pressure already testing the front of his jeans. Viv glanced back once, catching the shift in his stride, and her smile sharpened. “Eager, aren’t we?” she teased once the door clicked shut. She pushed him into the wide leather chair and straddled his lap without asking, her ass settling firmly against the growing bulge. “So tell me, stranger—what are you hoping happens back here?”
Leo swallowed, face already warm. “What are you into?” he managed. Viv rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate grind, pressing her ass harder against his cock. “Nine inches,” she answered, voice bright and unapologetic. “Thick enough to stretch me open and keep me dripping for hours. Anything less and I’m just going through the motions.” She rocked again, feeling the modest length twitch beneath her. “Mmm, and you’re definitely not nine, are you?”
Leo’s face turned beet red. Viv laughed, low and wicked, grinding her ass in tight circles that made his cock strain uselessly. “Six inches at best,” she continued, sharp and playful. “Cute little thing. Bet it gets hard fast and finishes faster. Still, it’s fun to watch you sweat while I describe what a real cock feels like.” She leaned closer, breath hot against his ear. “Being full—properly full—makes my pussy clench and my legs shake. I get so wet it drips down my thighs before he even starts thrusting.”
Leo’s breathing turned ragged, hips jerking up despite himself. Viv kept the pressure steady, ass working his cock through his pants with expert rhythm. “You’re panting already,” she noted, amused. “Horny little thing. Imagine me on my knees for nine inches—taking it deep, no gag, just wet and willing. You’d get the same view from the corner, watching and wishing.” Her voice stayed strong, commanding, every word designed to push him closer. “Feel that? That’s all you’ve got to offer, and it’s already leaking.”
He came with a choked groan, cock pulsing hard against her ass as cum soaked through the fabric. Viv didn’t stop moving until the last twitch faded, then she sat back with a satisfied smirk, still fully in control. “Look at that—made a mess without even taking it out. Cute.”
She stood, adjusting her top with casual grace. “Next time you want the real thing, you’ll have to earn it.”
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