Leo double-checked the address, thumbs hovering over his phone as he texted Mia one last time. "You sure this is right? Looks like a strip club." Her reply pinged back instantly: "Yes, idiot. Get in here." He pushed through the doors, scanning the bar and lounge for his college friend, completely missing the woman behind the counter until her laugh cut through the bass. "Over here, Leo!" Mia called, bouncing her D-cup breasts in a low-cut top as she waved. "Didn't know you moonlighted as a bartender," he said, cheeks already flushing. She smirked, wiping a glass with deliberate slowness. "Full of surprises, aren't I? Come on, I want to show you something upstairs in VIP." He followed, sweatpants starting to tent as he mumbled about hidden doors and free food. "Maybe later," she teased, leading him into a private booth. "First, tell me—ever wonder what it's like having a woman who knows exactly how to make you lose control?" Her questions kept coming, each laced with heat: "Think you could handle a bet involving my ass grinding on that hard cock of yours?" Leo's breath hitched, but Mia didn't wait, straddling his lap and rolling her hips. "Need to be at the counter?" he gasped. "You're sweet—don't worry about it," she shot back, witty as ever. "Bet you can't last two minutes without coming in those sweats." She increased the pace, her pussy pressing hot and wet through thin fabric, and he panted, "Having fun back there?" Mia looked over her shoulder with a grin. "...I..." Leo managed before he came hard, cum soaking the front of his pants in a dripping mess. Sweating and beet-red, he stared at the wet spot while she bit her lip. "Someone had a good time," she whispered. He smiled nervously. "...Yeah." "Next round's on me—if you can handle my mouth next time."
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