Jason shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his shy demeanor clashing with the pulsing music and flashing lights. He spotted her immediately—an hourglass figure with curves that demanded attention, swaying confidently on stage. She caught his eye, smirked, and gestured for him to follow her to the VIP room, her strong presence leaving no room for refusal.
Once alone, Jason cleared his throat nervously. "So, what do you like?" he asked, trying to sound bold. She leaned in close, her voice dripping with wit. "Nine inches to really get me going, but my minimum is seven. Anything less? Well, that's just cute." Her hand slipped down his pants without hesitation, fingers wrapping around his cock. She smiled wickedly. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up. Six inches? Adorable, but my pussy needs more than that to get wet and dripping."
Jason's face turned beet red as she continued, her tone sharp and teasing. "Imagine if I had my eight-inch dildo here—I'd ride that thing hard, my ass bouncing while you sat there jerking off to the show. No blowjob for you tonight, just front-row seats to what you can't provide." He exhaled sharply, his breath hitching as her grip tightened, making his cock throb despite the humiliation.
She didn't stop, her strong hands working him with expert rhythm while she whispered more taunts. "Feel that? You're getting so horny, but this is all you'll get from me—watching and wishing." Jason was sweating and panting now, his body betraying him as she stroked faster, her hourglass frame pressed teasingly against him.
With a final witty jab—"Not quite the man for the job, are you?"—she brought him over the edge. He came hard, cum spilling over her fingers as she laughed softly, victorious and unyielding. She pulled away, leaving him spent but intrigued.
But this size queen wasn't done sizing him up for bigger adventures ahead.
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