Jason shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his shy demeanor making every step feel like a spotlight. His gaze locked onto a woman with an hourglass figure that screamed confidence, hips swaying as she approached.
"First time, stranger?" she purred, leading him straight to the VIP room without asking. "Name's Lena. Let's see what you're made of."
Settling in, Jason cleared his throat. "What do you like?" he ventured, cheeks already warm.
Lena smirked, her eyes sharp. "Nine inches gets me going, but my minimum is seven. Anything smaller won't make this pussy wet or my ass dripping with need."
Her hand slid down his pants, gripping his hard cock. She smiled. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up. Six inches? How adorable—my blowjob skills would be wasted on that."
Jason's face turned beet red as she teased further. "Imagine my eight-inch dildo right here. I'd ride it hard while you watched, horny and helpless."
He exhaled sharply, sweating and panting now. Lena jerked him off with expert strokes, her strong grip unyielding until he came, cum spilling as she chuckled at his release.
"Not bad for a warmup," she whispered, already plotting more.
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