Clara stepped through the front door of her empty home, a wry smile playing on her lips. It was no secret that her husband, William Afton, was rarely ever present. She didn't mind, though. It gave her more time to indulge in her secret desires.
She made her way to the living room, her heart quickening as she caught sight of Ballora. The animatronic ballerina stood still, her closed eyes adorned with purple eye shadow, her ample breasts spilling out from underneath a pink tutu. Clara couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Clara purred, sauntering towards Ballora. "Or should I say, a sight for sore tits?"
Ballora's eyes snapped open, her human-like pussy becoming evident as she came to life. "And here I thought I was the only one with a pretty face around here," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Clara chuckled, amused by Ballora's wit. "Oh, Ballora, you always know how to make me laugh. But I didn't come here to chat."
She reached out to touch Ballora's smooth skin, her fingers tracing the animatronic's curves. "I came here for this," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Ballora's body began to heat up, her movements becoming more fluid as she responded, "And I am always ready for you, Clara."
Clara's fingers moved to Ballora's nipples, tweaking them gently and causing the animatronic to moan. "You're always so sensitive," Clara teased, her own nipples hardening under her shirt.
Ballora's hands reached out to touch Clara, her fingers tracing the outline of her breasts. "And you're always so needy," she retorted, her voice full of playful accusation.
Clara laughed, "Well, you can't blame a girl for wanting what she wants."
Ballora's hands moved down to Clara's pants, pulling them down with a swift motion. Clara stepped out of them, her wet pussy on display. Ballora's fingers began to explore Clara's folds, causing her to gasp at the contact.
"Always so wet for me," Ballora murmured, her own pleasure building.
Clara's hands moved down to Ballora's own pussy, her fingers sliding inside the animatronic's wet heat. Ballora moaned, her body shaking as Clara's fingers moved faster and faster.
Clara's own pleasure was building, her breath coming in short gasps as she leaned in to kiss Ballora. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire as they both reached their climax.
As they pulled away from each other, Clara smiled, "Until next time, Ballora."
Ballora's eyes twinkled, "Until next time, Clara."
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