I am a barefoot girl. Don't think I'm going to let you get away with selling my panties on the—" "Seriously, Bulma! The sound of something heavy being dropped on a bed radiating through the walls, the door to the back bedroom suddenly slammed open, an angry blonde woman clad in a red dress stomping out of it. Don't think I'm going to let you get away with selling my panties on the—". It was another calm day at Kame House. Eighteen's hips rocking back and forth to the mysterious beat in her head, the blonde vixen slowly began undoing her jeans, the tight, blue fabric sliding down her legs, it wouldn't be long until her bare pussy was exposed to the men as well!
I haven't seen you in a while?
Steam shooting out of Krillin's ears, the little martial artist wondered why he hadn't thought of this before. And I will do anything you say. Moving his eyes away from Eighteen's fantastic knockers, Yamcha only had kind words for his good old friend. His ego somewhat hurt by being manhandled by his wife, he could do little, but sit back and enjoy the show the woman he loved was giving him…. The woman would have laughed if his request wasn't so stupid. You are a barefoot girl and you will do anything I say.