Bob shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his shy demeanor making him stand out like a sore thumb among the flashing lights and pulsing music. He spotted her immediately—an hourglass figure with curves that demanded attention, her hips swaying as she approached with a confident smirk. "First time, handsome? You look like you're about to bolt," she said, her voice laced with witty edge. Bob stammered, "Yeah, I guess. What... what do you like?" She leaned in close, eyes gleaming. "Nine inches to really get me going, but my minimum is seven. Anything less and I might just laugh."
Intrigued despite himself, Bob followed her to the VIP room, the air thick with tension. Once alone, she pressed against him, her strong hands exploring. "Tell me more about that fantasy of yours," he managed, face flushing. She chuckled, sliding her palm down his pants and wrapping around his hardening cock. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up," she teased, her smile wicked. "Six inches? Cute, but my pussy needs more to drip like it does for a real man." His face turned beet red as similar jabs followed: "Bet you'd love watching me take what you can't provide."
She guided him to the couch, her hourglass form dominating the space as she straddled his lap without submission. "Imagine this," she whispered sharply, her breath hot. "I'm riding an eight-inch dildo, my ass bouncing, pussy wet and dripping all over it while you sit there, horny and watching." Bob's cock throbbed harder under her touch, the fantasy building his arousal. She started stroking him firmly, her grip expert and unyielding.
"You're sweating already," she noted with a laugh, her free hand tracing his chest. "Panting like a dog in heat. No blowjob for you tonight— this hand's all you'll get from a size queen like me." Her words were sharp, witty barbs that only fueled the moment as she pumped faster, his six-inch cock slick in her palm. He couldn't hold back, hips bucking as he came hard, cum spilling over her fingers in pulsing waves.
She wiped her hand with a satisfied grin, standing tall and untouchable. "Not bad for a warmup, but next time we'll see if you can handle more than just watching." Bob lay there, spent and blushing, the room echoing with their shared heat. Her parting glance promised depths yet unexplored.
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