Casting Bonus – Clara Dee

The sultry blonde, Clara Dee, reclined languidly on the plush, king-sized bed, her creamy skin a stark contrast against the dark, silken sheets. She stretched out like a cat, arching her back to accentuate the subtle curves of her body, from the gentle swell of her breasts to the enticing dip of her waist. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased the camera with a coy smile.

“Mmm, I bet you’re all wondering what I’m going to do next,” she purred, her voice a honeyed purr that dripped with sensual promise. “Well, I’ve got a little surprise for you, my naughty little viewers.”

Clara licked her plump, glossy lips and reached over to a nearby nightstand, retrieving a sleek, bullet-shaped vibrator. She held it up for the camera to see, letting out a husky chuckle as she watched her audience squirm with anticipation.

“Oooh, do you like what you see?” she asked, her tone filled with playful mockery. “You want a taste of this bad girl’s toys? Well, you’ll have to settle for my hands for now…”

With a devious smirk, Clara began to strip, slowly peeling off her lacy bra to reveal her flawless, watermelon-sized breasts, their rosy nipples already stiffened with arousal. She cupped the soft mounds, kneading the supple flesh sensually, her nimble fingers toying with the sensitive peaks. A breathy moan slipped from her parted lips, her tongue darting out to wet them hungrily.

Next, she shimmied out of her tiny thong, letting the flimsy fabric pool at her ankles before kicking it away. Now completely naked, she laid back on the bed, spreading her long, shapely legs invitingly, offering her glistening pink pussy to the camera’s hungry gaze. She reached down with one hand, her delicate fingers parting her slick folds, exposing her ripe clit to the cool air of her opulent bedroom.

“Is this what you’re craving?” Clara whispered, her voice thick with desire as she plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into her tight, wet channel. “Do you want to see this naughty girl play with herself?”

She pumped her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt, her hips rocking rhythmically as she finger-fucked herself with increasingly aggressive strokes. Her head tipped back, blonde hair fanning around her flushed face, as she chased her pleasure with desperate need.

“Mmm, that feels so good…” she moaned, adding a third finger and thrusting hard and deep. “But it’s just not enough… I need more…”

Withdrawing her soaked digits, Clara brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean, savoring her own musky essence with unabashed relish. Her dark blue eyes, clouded with lust, locked with the camera, silently daring her viewers to touch themselves in echo of her lurid display.

“Play with yourself, my dirty little pets,” she commanded, her voice a seductive growl. “Rub your aching cocks, stroke your throbbing clits… imagine it’s you buried between my slutty thighs, feasting on my sweet cream…”

Clara picked up the vibrator once more, flicking it to life and watching the tiny, buzzing head with a wicked grin. She sprayed the toy with a generous amount of lube before pressing it against her swollen, throbbing clit. The sensations were electric, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure surging through her trembling body.

“Ahh, fuck yes!” she cried out, her thighs quaking as she circled the vibrator over her sensitized bud. “That’s it, m-make me cum… make me cum all over this big, fat vibrator…”

Her free hand joined the action, pressing the toy harder against her slickened folds as she gyrated her hips, grinding herself wantonly against the unrelenting vibrations. Lost in a haze of ecstasy, Clara thrust the dildo deep into her weeping cunt, her back bowing off the bed as she fucked herself with wild abandon.

“Oh, god!” Clara sobbed, pleasure building to a fever pitch inside her. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna- ahhHHH!!!”

Her orgasm ripped through her like a freight train, her legs clamped around the vibrator as her cunt spasmed and clenched, eagerly milking the toy for every last shudder of bliss. Clara bucked and thrashed, waves of intense pleasure rolling through her body in almost painful convulsions before gradually tapering off, leaving her boneless and panting.

Clara dropped the device and reached for her phone, holding it up to capture her post-orgasmic daze. She looked thoroughly debauched, her hair a wild mess around her face, lips swollen and glistening, creamy skin flushed rosy with exertion. She managed a cocky grin, a few lithe fingers stroking lazily through her dripping slit.

“Now that, my naughty little pets,” she breathed, “is a proper way to get off…”