Qual nome dela?" echoes through the smoky room as the stranger's eyes devour the 'gostosa' 'novinha' across the bar. She smirks, playing coy, "You'll have to find out." She leans in, whispering, "But first, let's see if you can handle what I've got." She leads him to a dark corner, her hips swaying seductively. She pulls down her top, revealing her perky breasts, and grinds against him, feeling his growing hardness. She unzips his jeans, taking his throbbing cock in her hand, and begins to stroke, her eyes locked onto his. "Now," she purrs, "let's make you sweat for my name.