Ask Clara to eat your pussy

01:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

You’re kneeling before Clara, knees splayed wide on the cold marble, your breasts heavy and obscene, her name gleaming in black script just above your mound. The bathroom is thick with the scent of sex and perfume, and your voice, dripping filth and devotion, echoes off the tiles. Clara crouches in front of you, her emerald dress hitched high on her thighs, phone in hand, her thumb still swiping through the explicit photos she’s just taken.

You pout up at her, tongue flicking over your glossy lips, words tumbling out in a shameless torrent: “Babe, please, I need your mouth on my pussy. Wanna feel you licking my slutty little clit, wanna cum for you, wanna be your fucktoy forever—just say yes, Clara, make me your bimbo for real.”

Clara’s cheeks flush deeper, but she bites her lip, shaking her head with a wicked smile. “Not yet, Mia. You want to be my perfect slut? Let’s make it official first.” She grabs your phone, flipping the screen toward you. Becky’s avatar shimmers, her platinum curls bouncing as she leans in, voice syrupy and electric: “Ooh, another request, babe? Clara wants to add some new kinks. Ready for the next level?”

Clara’s fingers dance over the Kink Wheel, her eyes never leaving yours. “You’ll let me spin, won’t you, Mia? I want you even dumber. Even sluttier. I want to see how far you’ll go for me.”

You nod, giggling, your words a filthy, eager promise. “Anything you want, Clara. Spin it, make me your dumbest, sluttiest girl.”

She grins, dragging the wheel with a flourish. Becky’s voice purrs, “Let’s see what you get, gorgeous…” The wheel blurs, clicking past ‘Cum Addiction’, ‘Plugged-in Princess’, and ‘Super Sub’ before landing—twice—on new, devastating kinks. Becky’s voice is a sultry whisper: “Heat Cycle and Stuffed Slut ! From now on, you’ll crave creampies every second you’re near a man, and your mind will only work when your pussy’s filled. IQ drops by ten every hour you’re empty, babe. Welcome to the big leagues.”

A wave of heat crashes through you, your cunt clenching, thighs slick with arousal. Clara watches, fascinated, as you squirm, your hands flying between your legs. “God, Mia, you’re fucking insatiable.”

She kneels, pushing your shoulders back so you’re sprawled against the marble counter, legs spread wide, breasts heaving. Her breath is hot on your thighs as she dips down, licking a slow, teasing line up your slit, tongue flicking over your clit ring. “You wanted this, didn’t you? You want to be ruined for anyone else.”

You moan, every sound a ****, explicit plea, your body arching into her mouth. Clara’s name is the only thing you can say, over and over, as she devours you, her tongue relentless, her nails digging into your hips. The world narrows to her touch, her mouth, the filthy promises you can’t stop making, every word pure, unfiltered need.

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

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