Leon pushed through the heavy velvet curtains of the strip club, his palms damp and heart hammering against his ribs. The dim lights and pulsing bass made him feel exposed, like every eye could sense his nerves. He wasn’t the type to speak much in places like this, preferring shadows to spotlights. Then she appeared—tan skin glowing under the neon, an hourglass figure that curved in all the right places, hips swaying with confident power. Mia locked eyes with him from across the floor and smiled like she’d already won a game he didn’t know they were playing. “New face,” she purred, stepping close enough for her perfume to wrap around him. “You look like you need a guide. Name’s Mia. What brings a quiet guy like you here tonight?” Leon swallowed, managing only, “Just… looking.” She laughed, low and sharp. “Looking’s free, but talking’s better. Follow me if you want the real show.”
Without waiting, Mia took his hand and led him toward the VIP lounge, her grip firm and unapologetic. Leon’s steps faltered but he followed, drawn by the sway of her ass in that tiny skirt. Once inside the private room, she turned, hands on her hips, studying him like a puzzle. “You’re tense. Most men babble. You don’t. I like that—it means you listen.” She circled him slowly, her fingers brushing his belt. “So tell me, quiet Leon, what are you hoping to find back here?” He cleared his throat, voice soft. “What do you like?” Mia’s eyes sparkled with wicked amusement. “I like cock that fills me, thick and commanding. I like a man who can handle my mouth on him without losing it too fast. But most of all, I like being the one who decides how deep we go.”
Leon shifted, and her gaze dropped to the growing bulge in his pants, clearly outlined through his boxers at six inches. Mia tilted her head, a playful taunt curling her lips. “Oh, look at that. It’s peeking already. Cute, but I’m a sizequeen, darling. Gotta be a 2 hander to get a ride.” She winked, stepping closer so her breasts brushed his chest. Leon felt heat flood his face, yet her words only made him harder. “You’re… teasing,” he managed. Mia grinned, strong hands pushing him back onto the velvet couch. “Teasing? Baby, I’m assessing. Now sit still while I check the goods.” She dropped to her knees with athletic grace, tugging his boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. She wrapped one hand around it, then tried for two, fingers overlapping with room to spare. “See? One and a half at best. Still, you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Her touch was electric, stroking him slowly as she looked up, eyes gleaming. “You asked what I like. I like making strong men sweat and pant while I take control. I like my pussy wet and dripping before I even think about riding. Think you can keep up?” Leon’s breath hitched. “Try me.” Mia laughed, the sound rich and commanding, then leaned in to give his cock a slow, teasing lick. “Good answer.” She stood, peeling off her top to reveal full breasts, then shimmied out of her skirt. Her tan body was all curves and confidence as she straddled him, grinding her wet pussy against his shaft without letting him inside yet. “Feel how dripping I am already? That’s for the challenge, not the size.”
Leon groaned, hands gripping her hips, but Mia pinned them down. “No, I lead.” She reached between them, guiding his hard cock to her entrance. With a wicked smile she sank down, taking him in one smooth motion. Her pussy clenched tight around him, hot and slick. “Mmm, not bad for average. Now move with me.” She rode him with powerful rolls of her hips, ass bouncing, sweat starting to sheen her skin. Leon panted beneath her, thrusting up to meet her. “You feel… incredible,” he rasped. Mia moaned, leaning forward so her breasts swayed near his face. “Talk more, quiet boy. Tell me how horny this makes you.”
Their pace quickened, skin slapping, her juices dripping down his cock. Mia’s strong thighs flexed as she controlled every angle, grinding her clit against him. “That’s it—fuck, you’re hitting just right despite the tease.” Leon’s hands roamed her ass, squeezing as she leaned back, riding harder. She reached down, stroking her own clit while impaling herself. “I’m close—don’t you dare come first.” Her walls fluttered, and she came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around him. The sight pushed Leon over; he came hard, cum spilling deep inside her as they both shook.
Mia collapsed forward, panting against his neck, bodies slick with sweat. She kissed him once, biting his lip playfully. “Not a 2 hander, but you earned the ride anyway. Next time I’ll make you work twice as hard for it.” She slid off, already dressing with that same confident sway. Leon watched, dazed and satisfied, as she blew him a kiss at the door. “Don’t be a stranger—my size appetite grows with every chapter.”
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