Leo sat alone at the edge of the dimly lit strip club, nursing a drink and trying not to stare too obviously at the dancers. His shyness kept him rooted to the barstool until a woman with an hourglass figure—curves that could stop traffic—slid onto the stool beside him. "You look like you're here by accident, stranger," she said with a smirk, her voice low and teasing. "I'm Mia. And you are?"
"Leo," he mumbled, cheeks flushing. "Just... checking things out." Mia leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Checking things out, huh? Most guys come here hoping for more than a peek. Tell me, Leo, how big are we talking? I don't waste time on anything under eight inches."
Leo swallowed hard, but Mia didn't let him dodge. "Shy ones are fun," she continued, standing and taking his hand. "Come on. VIP section's calling, and I want to see if that bulge in your sweatpants has potential." In the private room, she pushed him onto the velvet couch and straddled his lap, her ass grinding slowly against his growing hardness. "Feel that? My pussy's already wet just thinking about a real cock. Yours hard yet, or do I need to work for it?"
"Mia, this is... intense," Leo panted, his hands gripping her hips as she rocked harder. She laughed, sharp and witty. "Intense? Baby, I'm just getting started. I like them big enough to make me drip, not this shy six-inch tease you're packing. But grinding like this? Makes me horny enough to test the limits." Sweat beaded on Leo's forehead as her movements intensified, her body pressing down with expert control.
"Dirty talk turn you on?" Mia whispered, biting her lip. "Imagine me on my knees for a blowjob, but only if that cock hits eight. Right now, you're making my ass work overtime." Leo's breath came in short gasps, his cock throbbing against her through the fabric. She ground faster, her voice dropping. "Come on, let it out. I want to feel you cum in those sweatpants like the horny guy you are."
The tension snapped as Leo came hard, his body shuddering while Mia held him in place, smirking at the wet spot spreading. She didn't move away immediately, her fingers tracing his chest. "Not bad for a start, but next time we'll see if you can handle more than a quick release."
Mia stood, adjusting her outfit with a confident wink. "Stick around, Leo—the night's young, and my standards might just bend for the right kind of effort."
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