Leon shuffled into the pulsing strip club, his cheeks already flushing as the bass thumped through his shy frame. He had no business being here with his modest six inches, yet the neon lights and swaying bodies pulled him deeper.
A woman with an hourglass figure that defied gravity spotted him instantly, hips swaying like a challenge as she sauntered over. "Lost, handsome? Or just hoping someone will take pity on that nervous vibe?" she purred, her eyes sparkling with sharp amusement.
"I'm Leon," he stammered, but she didn't wait for more, grabbing his hand and leading him straight to the VIP lounge. "Name's Vesper, and I don't waste time on small talk."
Once alone, Leon swallowed hard. "So, what do you like?" Vesper leaned in close, her breath hot. "Nine inches gets my full attention. Minimum seven, or it's just a tease. Anything smaller? Well, it barely registers."
Her hand slid down his pants without warning, fingers wrapping around him as she smiled wickedly. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up. This little cock is cute, but my pussy's dripping for something that actually fills it. No blowjob tonight—that ass of mine stays hungry for real length."
Leon's face turned beet red, his words failing as she stroked his hard shaft with expert rhythm. "Oh, blushing already? Pathetic and horny—my favorite combo. Feel how wet I am just from laughing at this?" She pumped faster, her own breathing quickening with power.
Sweating and panting, Leon couldn't hold back, his cock throbbing as he came hard, cum spilling over her fingers in messy spurts. Vesper chuckled, licking a drop from her thumb. "Not bad for a warm-up, but the night's young."
"Next chapter might just involve you watching me take what I really crave."
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