Leon shuffled into the dimly lit strip club, his cheeks already flushing as neon lights danced over the stage. He spotted her immediately—Lila, with an hourglass figure that could stop traffic, strutting toward him like she owned the room. "First time, handsome?" she purred, leading him to the VIP lounge without waiting for an answer. Once alone, he stammered, "So, uh, what do you like?" Lila smirked, crossing her legs to accentuate her curves. "Nine inches gets me wet and dripping, but my minimum is seven. Anything less and I'm bored before we start." She leaned in, her hand sliding down his pants with bold confidence, fingers wrapping around his hard cock. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up," she teased, her eyes sparkling with wicked amusement as his face turned beet red. "Oh, don't pout—six inches? That's cute, but my pussy needs something that can actually fill it, not just tickle." Lila continued, her voice sharp and playful, "I'd ride you hard, grinding my ass against you while you beg, but honestly, I'd be thinking about a real cock the whole time—no blowjob from me until you prove yourself bigger." As she spoke, her grip tightened, stroking him with expert rhythm until he was panting and sweating, his body betraying him. Leon came with a shudder, cum spilling over her fingers as she laughed softly. "See? Quick on the trigger too." She wiped her hand with a wink, already plotting their next encounter. "Next time, maybe I'll let you watch me with someone who actually fits."
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