Beg Clara for more, letting her use you however she likes in the bathroom.

01:20 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

You sprawl back against the marble counter, knees splayed, breasts obscenely full and marked with fresh finger-shaped blushes. The CLARA tattoo above your mound gleams, still raw, as you look up at her with a ****, hungry pout. Your words tumble out in a shameless, explicit torrent, every syllable a vulgar promise of submission. "Please, Clara, use me—fuck me however you want, make me your filthy little toy, I’ll do anything, just take me."

Clara’s eyes flash with delight and power. She slips her phone into her purse and slides her hands up your thighs, nails dragging lightly over the slick skin. Her emerald dress rides up her hips as she kneels between your legs, the fabric gathering around her waist. She leans in, her breath hot against your inner thigh, and grins. "Anything, huh? You want to be my personal bimbo slut? All mine?"

You nod, giggling, tongue flicking over your pierced lips. "All yours, babe. Wanna show you how much I love being ruined."

Clara’s fingers trail up, spreading your lips, her thumb teasing your clit ring, making you gasp and whimper. She dips her head, tongue flicking over your clit, slow and teasing. "God, Mia, you’re dripping. You love being used, don’t you? You love being my masterpiece."

You babble a stream of filthy encouragement, hips rolling, body arching into her mouth. Clara moans softly, her tongue swirling, her hands squeezing your thighs, nails biting into your skin. She glances up, eyes wicked. "Look at you, **** for my tongue. You want everyone to know you belong to me?"

You can only moan, the words dissolving into breathless, explicit pleas. Clara’s tongue plunges deeper, lapping at your entrance, then circling your clit in tight, relentless circles. She slides two fingers inside you, curling them, her palm pressing hard against your mound, making you cry out. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, the obscene size and fake roundness impossible to ignore. The wings on your back flex as your muscles tense, every tattoo a testament to your new identity.

Clara laughs, voice low and hungry. "Cum for me, Mia. Show me how much you need it. Scream my name."

You obey, the orgasm crashing over you, your cries echoing in the tiled room, every word a filthy, worshipful chant of Clara’s name. She grins, licking her lips, and leans up to kiss you, the taste of yourself sweet and electric between you. "That’s my girl," she whispers, biting your lower lip. "All mine."

01:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day remaining

TIMER | Daily Orgasm Requirement (1/2) | Resets at 07:00