Clarissa is getting ready for a girl's night at the club. It's a denim-themed evening, so she's wearing a denim Jacket (fully done up, no bra or top underneath) and belted red jeans (fully sagged, no panties). She stumbles into the living room giggling, as she's already gotten a bit tipsy before meeting the girls. She twirls around with her hands in the air, asking if I like her outfit, and frowns when I say it's a bit revealing. She insists that she won't have to pay for a single cocktail with her style choice, before opening the jacket and shaking her boobs at me. She zips the jacket back up and asks where I put her keys. She gets annoyed when she finds out that I've hidden them, because I wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to drive. She assures me that she won't, as I gesture towards the couch that I put them under. She rolls her eyes and stumbles onto her hands and knees, trying to fit her hands under the couch, with her bare ass high in the air (revealing a half-inserted tampon in her pussy). She feels the keys, but her wrists get jammed under the couch, and she lays down (with her belly and pussy showing) begging me to help. I get down to help, but I can't resist tickling her exposed tummy, which she's annoyed about, but she shakes and jiggles as she twists back and forth, laughing. She eventually feels me slide my fingers into the front of her jeans, and pants aggressively, while biting her denim jacket. She thrusts her hips against my hand, until she cums. I lift the couch slightly to free her hands, and she gets to her feet (ass still hanging out). She declares that she's now ready to go, and stumbles towards the door