Alex shuffled into the neon-lit strip club, his shy steps betraying nerves as he scanned the room. An hourglass beauty with curves that demanded attention locked eyes with him and guided him straight to the VIP lounge without a word. Once alone, he cleared his throat. "So, what do you like?" She leaned in, voice sharp and commanding. "I like nine inches, but my minimum is seven." Her hand slipped down his pants, fingers exploring before she smiled wickedly. "Looks like someone doesn't measure up." His face turned beet red. "Your cock is barely six inches of disappointment," she said, gripping it firmly. "This pathetic thing couldn't fill my pussy." "I need a hard, thick cock to make me wet and dripping." "Your tiny dick wouldn't even graze my ass." "No blowjob is wasted on something this small." She stroked faster, his cock hardening despite the humiliation. "You're sweating already, aren't you? Horny little failure." "Panting like that won't make it grow." "I bet you came in seconds with this joke of a cock." "Cum for me, tiny boy—show me that weak load." Alex groaned as he came, cum spilling over her hand while she watched with amused dominance. "This was fun, but next time we'll see if you can handle more."
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