Leon pushed through the heavy velvet curtains of the Midnight Lounge, his shoulders hunched and palms damp. The pulsing bass hit him first, followed by the low hum of laughter and the scent of perfume and sweat. He wasn’t the type to frequent strip clubs, but tonight curiosity had dragged him in. He kept his eyes low, avoiding the stage lights, until a shadow fell across his path.
A woman with sun-kissed tan skin and an hourglass figure that could stop traffic stepped into his space. Lila’s curves were poured into a shimmering black bikini that barely contained her full breasts and wide hips. She tilted her head, dark curls spilling over one shoulder, and flashed a knowing smile. “First time, handsome? You look like you’re deciding whether to bolt or beg.”
Leon cleared his throat but managed only a nod. Lila chuckled, the sound low and velvet. “Cat got your tongue? That’s fine. I like a quiet man who lets me do the talking.” She hooked a finger in his belt loop and tugged gently. “Come on. VIP’s quieter. You look like you need the personal touch.”
In the private room, red lights bathed everything in heat. Lila closed the door and turned, hips swaying. “So, what brings a shy guy like you here? Looking for trouble or just a show?” Leon finally spoke, voice rough. “What do you like?” Lila’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She stepped closer, her gaze dropping to the obvious bulge pressing against his boxers. “Mmm, already showing. Gotta be a two-hander to get a ride,” she winked, then laughed softly. “But I like a cock that knows how to work what it’s got. Thick enough to stretch, hard enough to make me drip. I like it when a man’s panting and horny while I ride his face first.”
Leon’s breath hitched as she pressed against him. Lila’s hands roamed, sliding down to palm his six-inch length through the fabric. “Not the biggest I’ve seen, but it’s twitching nicely. Let’s see if it can keep up.” She pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled his lap, grinding her ass against the growing hardness. Her bikini bottoms were already damp, the wet heat soaking through. “Feel that? My pussy’s getting wet just thinking about making you work for it.”
She stripped off her top, tan breasts spilling free, nipples tight. Lila leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You asked what I like. I like a man who can handle my mouth on his cock without coming too fast. Think you can last for a proper blowjob?” She slid down, freeing his erection, and wrapped both hands around it, stroking with expert pressure. Leon groaned, hips jerking. Lila’s tongue flicked the tip, tasting the first bead of precum. “Mmm, not bad. But I want you hard and dripping before I let you near my ass.”
She took him deep, lips stretching around his shaft, one hand pumping the base while the other teased his balls. Leon’s fingers tangled in her curls, but she controlled the pace, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Her own arousal dripped down her thighs. When she pulled off, panting, she climbed back up and shoved her soaked panties aside. “Time for the ride you might not deserve, but I’m feeling generous.” She sank down slowly, her tight pussy gripping every inch, stretching around his cock.
Lila rode him with fierce rhythm, strong thighs flexing, ass slapping against his lap. “Fuck, you feel good filling me up. Not huge, but you hit the spot just right when I grind like this.” Sweat beaded on her tan skin, glistening under the lights. Leon thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips. She leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest. “Harder. Make me come on this cock.” Her walls clenched, wet and pulsing, as she chased her pleasure with sharp, witty commands. “That’s it, don’t stop. I want to feel you throbbing inside me.”
The tension snapped. Lila came first, crying out, her pussy milking him as juices dripped down his shaft. Leon followed seconds later, groaning as he pumped cum deep inside her. They stayed locked together, panting and sweating, her body still rocking gently. Lila brushed damp hair from her face and smirked down at him. “Not bad for a quiet guy. But next time, I might need more than six inches to really play.”
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