Leo sat alone at the edge of the dimly lit strip club, nursing a drink and trying not to stare too hard 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, handsome," she purred, her voice sharp with wit. "Name's Sophia. And you?"
"Leo," he mumbled, cheeks flushing as her eyes raked over him. Sophia leaned in, her full breasts brushing his arm. "Leo, huh? Let's see if that name fits what's packing downstairs. I bet you're shy about it—most guys are when they know I only crave eight inches of thick, hard cock."
She didn't wait for an answer, grabbing his hand and leading him to the VIP section with confident strides. The private room was plush and shadowed. Sophia pushed him onto the velvet couch, straddling his lap without hesitation. "You're cute when you're nervous, but let's cut the small talk. My pussy's already wet thinking about a real man, but grinding on you might just do the trick if you're game."
Leo swallowed hard, his six inches stirring in his sweatpants despite the mismatch. "I... I'm not exactly what you like," he admitted. Sophia laughed, a throaty sound, and rolled her hips against him. "Six inches? Cute. I like eight, but your hard little cock's twitching like it wants to prove me wrong. Feel how dripping I am already?"
She ground harder, her ass pressing down as she whispered dirty lines. "Mmm, you're getting so horny for me—panting already? Imagine this pussy swallowing you, but right now I'm just gonna make that cock cum in those pants. No blowjob yet, shy boy. Just this." Her movements grew rhythmic, witty barbs mixing with moans: "Bet you wish it was eight inches splitting me, but this feels good, doesn't it?"
Sweating and lost in the friction, Leo couldn't hold back. Sophia's grinding intensified, her strong hands pinning his shoulders as she taunted, "That's it, cum for me—let it all out in those sweatpants." He came hard, his body shuddering with release, cum soaking through the fabric while she smirked down at him, still rolling her hips slowly.
Sophia stood, adjusting her outfit with a knowing glance at the wet spot. "Not bad for round one, Leo. But next time, we're seeing if we can stretch those limits." She winked, leaving him aching for more.
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