For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

This video uses the LORA https://civitai.red/models/2533538/super-close-up-pussy-and-anus-wan22-i2v-14b-2-spread-pussy-and-anus-or?modelVersionId=2847347

The bass from the nightclub’s speakers throbbed through the floor like a living heartbeat, syncing with the heavy purple and electric-blue neon that painted the air in shifting, liquid waves. The air itself was thick—cloying with the scent of spilled champagne, sweat-slick skin, and the sharp, sweet tang of arousal already hanging in the atmosphere like smoke. Kairel stood alone in the center of it all, her massive orange breasts heaving with every slow, deliberate breath, the glossy black latex of her cropped corset stretched so taut over them that the thin straps dug into her soft fur and the deep purple cleavage glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

Her golden-purple eyes locked straight onto the viewer, those long black lashes fluttering once as the corner of her muzzle curved into a wicked, knowing smile. The pink tip of her long, thick tail flicked lazily behind her, brushing the back of one massive thigh.

“God… you’re staring,” she purred, her voice low, husky, and dripping with liquid honey. It rolled over the music, warm and intimate, like silk dragged across overheated skin. “You can’t stop looking at me, can you? All that hungry little gaze just for these big, fat tits of mine. Feel how heavy they are, how they sway when I move?”

She cupped both enormous breasts with her clawed hands, the dark claws sinking deep into the warm, plush orange fur as she squeezed. The flesh spilled between her fingers in thick, overflowing handfuls, jiggling softly with the motion. Her thumbs brushed over the stiff pink nipples, circling them slowly, making them tighten into stiff peaks that peeked out from the cut edges of the corset. A soft, breathy moan escaped her muzzle—wet, needy, vibrating straight into the silence between songs.

The scent of her arousal began to fill the air around her, thick and musky, mixing with the club’s pheromones until the whole room seemed to swirl with it. She could smell herself—sweet, wet, pulsing—and it made her thighs clench, the exposed pink lips of her pussy already slick and puffy, a glistening bead of arousal forming at the bottom of her slit.

“Mmmph… yes, that’s it,” she whispered, voice husky now, almost a growl. “Look how wet your Kairel is for you. Feel how swollen these pretty pink lips are?”

She lifted one paw, slowly, teasingly, letting it drag down the curve of her belly, over the soft navel, then lower. Her claws traced the edge of the crotchless latex shorts before slipping inside. Two fingers dipped between her puffy folds, spreading them wide with a wet, obscene sound. The inner walls of her cunt clenched visibly around the intrusion, creamy arousal coating her claws in thick, shiny strands that stretched and snapped as she pulled her fingers back out. She held them up in front of her face, letting the viewer see the glistening mess dripping from her black claws.

“So much for you,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded, tongue flicking over her fangs. “All this dripping cunt… just waiting for those eyes on me. I can smell how hard your cock is getting. It’s throbbing for me, isn’t it? Throbbing just like my pussy right now.”

Her free paw returned to her breast, pinching and twisting the nipple while her other hand returned to her pussy. She spread her legs wider, knees bending slightly, giving the viewer a full, explicit view. Her tail curled around one thick thigh, holding it open. Two fingers slid back inside herself with a filthy, squelching sound, pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling against that spongy spot inside her that made her whole body jolt.

“Fuuuuck… yes, right there,” she moaned, louder now, the sound echoing off the walls and lost in the bass. Her breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, the corset straps slipping down her shoulders so the dark peaks of her nipples were fully exposed, bouncing in time with her fingers. The other hand squeezed her tit, kneading the soft flesh, pinching the areola until a fresh trickle of sweat slid down the valley between them.

She could feel her orgasm building like a storm inside her—tight, electric, growing with every wet slap of her fingers. The musky scent of her cunt was now overpowering, sweet and heady, mixing with the tang of her own sweat and the faint floral notes of the club’s perfume that still clung to her fur. Her heart hammered against her ribs, loud even over the music. Her nipples were rock-hard, aching, leaking tiny beads of clear fluid from the tips.

“Oh my gods… I’m so close,” she gasped, voice breaking into a seductive whimper. “You’re making me so fucking wet, staring at me like that. Look at my pussy dripping all over my hand… it’s pouring for you, baby. Pouring just like you’re going to fill me up.”

Her hips bucked involuntarily, fucking herself harder with her fingers, the wet sounds growing louder, sloppier, obscene. Her tail lashed once, twice, wrapping tighter around her thigh. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, a white-hot spiral low in her belly, making her vision blur at the edges. Every nerve in her body sang—skin on fire, breasts aching to be sucked, cunt clenching and fluttering around nothing.

“Come on… come on, don’t stop staring,” she begged, the words slurred and desperate, laced with pure lust. “I’m gonna cum so hard for you… watch my pussy explode… watch it squirt all over the floor if you want… I don’t care. I’m yours. I’m dripping. I’m cumming—!”

Her whole body seized. A violent, mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her in a blinding wave. Her back arched hard, pushing her massive breasts forward, forcing them to bounce wildly. A guttural, animalistic moan tore from her throat—raw, broken, vibrating with every clench of her cunt. Her fingers pumped furiously inside herself, the walls spasming and fluttering, gushing a sudden, hot spray of clear girl-cum that splattered onto the floor and onto her own thighs in hot, messy arcs. Her pussy clenched again and again, visibly rippling, squirting in powerful, rhythmic jets that sprayed across the floor in glistening puddles. Her breasts slapped heavily against her arms with every aftershock, nipples still rock-hard, leaking fresh drops of milk-like fluid.

Her eyes rolled back, then snapped forward, locking onto the viewer with glassy, blissed-out lust as the final tremors rolled through her. She kept fingering herself through it all, drawing it out, forcing every last wave to wash over her until her legs shook and her breath came in desperate, panting gasps.

“Fuuuuck… yes… yes… I’m cumming… I’m cumming so hard… for you,” she panted, voice hoarse and wrecked, a smug, satisfied smile spreading across her muzzle as the aftershocks continued to ripple through her dripping, twitching cunt. The neon lights pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and the thick, heady scent of her orgasm hung heavy in the air around her—sweet, musky, undeniable.