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Warning: Explicit sex and candid talk. Acknowledgement that women can have a strong sex drive that needs to be satisfied. Naughty words will abound. Bulma stood on the walk, watching as the limo pulled away. Once the red brake lights disappeared into the night, she sank down on the cement step with a defeated sigh.

Inside the house she could hear the muted drone of Vegeta and bulma porn television. She knew that it was too late for her Vegeta and bulma porn to be up, so that left Vegeta.

Unconcerned with her expensive brand name dress, Vegeta and bulma porn reclined on the walk, sighing as the cool cement pervaded her being. The moon was fat and lazy overhead next to the dancing diamond stars in the cloudless sky. The sultry night air was heavy with the kind mid summer heat that sunk deep into your pores, and showed no signs of abating even though the clock was creeping towards midnight. She couldn't believe how overwhelmingly disappointing her third date with Randy Conrad, star quarterback for the West City Strikers had gone.

She had thought for sure she would be getting laid tonight, but he turned out Vegeta and bulma porn be a total dud. She didn't meant to be crude about it, but it had been over two years since she had gotten any. Yamcha and she had never officially gotten back together after his resurrection, and the handful of dates with the few men who had passed her rigorous background Vegeta and bulma porn hadn't panned out. She wasn't a slut, as much as she would like to be at the moment, and therefore she wasn't just going to sleep with any jackass off the street.

Besides as the heiress of Capsule Corporation she had a reputation to protect. Picking up guys at the bar was not part of that reputation. But there was just something about the summer months that put her libido on the prowl.

The heavier and hotter the weather, the heavier the ache in her loins became, and let's face it, there was only so much her vibrator could do. There was a clatter of cheers behind her, and Bulma surmised that Vegeta was watching one of those no hold barred, bloody cage matches on pay per view.

It was the only thing he deemed worthy on the television to watch. She tilted her head so she could Xxx hot aunty images the faint flicker of lights through the window.

The Prince of Pricks was the source of most of her frustration. Although she could hardly bear to be in the same room as the condescending jerk, there was no denying that if she could get him to shut up and not insult her for ten minutes she would have no problem using his cock as her personal toy.

He was prime grade A beef with an extra helping 'please fuck me' on the side. He was a genuine bad boy; lethally dangerous, icily unavailable, and drop dead sexy.

An irresistible combination for a woman Vegeta and bulma porn could have it all with a snap of her fingers. Unconsciously, her hand caressed her inner thigh, her fingers tracing over the silky material of her dress.

It would be so easy to slip her fingers under the short skirt and slick them over her clit, right out here with the night air kissing her skin. The pleasure would be momentarily intense, but ultimately unsatisfying.

Bulma drew her hand away with a defeated sigh. What she needed, what she craved was a man. A strong, virile man who could fuck her like she so desperately needed. She clenched her hand in her dress, her manicured nails digging through into her flesh.

She tilted her head towards the house again. She wasn't a slut, but she knew what she wanted. It would take weeks for her to hunt down a suitable man, all of which would be meaningless, because she would just find another flaw in his character. She wanted Vegeta. True, he was a complete ass, who would treat her like dirt if she let him, but she didn't. That was part of the challenge with Vegeta. Getting him to see her as an equal. And he did have some redeeming qualities.

Aside from not killing anyone lately, he had rock-hard abs, an Vegeta and bulma porn that wouldn't quit and the lips of a sex god. And good god, he had the "V". That defined, hard, lower belly that formed a V between his hipbones. Sure she was shallow, but she was okay with that.

Men didn't Vegeta and bulma porn the corner market on admiring the assets of the opposite sex. Bulma wiped her hand over her face, steeling herself before hoisting herself off the ground, and dusting her dress as she walked inside.

Why is it so hot in here? Sweat instantly beaded in the hollow of her throat and rolled down her bare back. She threw her clutch onto the couch, stalking over to Vegeta and bulma porn window.

After a struggle she slid it open and was rewarded with a barely noticeable shift in temperature. She turned towards Vegeta expectantly, still waiting for an answer to her question.

He was sitting in the only lounger that was placed slightly askew from the couch. She watched hypnotized as he took a swallow of his Corona, the way his lips wrapped around the amber bottle, how his throat tightened as he swallowed. Her eyes kept sliding downwards, over his naked sweat-slicked chest, down to the waistband of his loose black shorts.

She jerked her gaze away from his crotch and back to his full, wet lips. She looked away, fanning her cheeks. Vegeta took another swig of his beer before answering. Bulma licked her lips as he swallowed. A cold beer was looking rather tasty. That made sense. They wouldn't be able to withstand the intense heat in the house, much less get any sleep. Cold air washed over her in a refreshing wave. She stood there for a few minutes, her eyes closed as Vegeta and bulma porn body chilled.

Finally, she reached into the ice maker, scooping out a crescent-shaped piece of ice and popping it into her mouth. She closed the freezer and opened the fridge, grabbing a long neck from the door. She used the edge of the marble counter to pop off the cap, shrugging at her mother's mental chiding as she flipped it into the garbage. She paused at the archway, spying on Vegeta who was intently eying his program. One of the fighters delivered a perfect roundhouse to the head of Vegeta and bulma porn opponent, dazing him and forcing him to stagger back into the wire wall.

Vegeta smirked in approval, his upper lip curling over his canines. Desire clenched low in her stomach, saturating her with arousal. Her hand tightened on the bottle neck. The idea of hitting on and being rejected by Vegeta was daunting, but if she gave up every time she was faced with failure she wouldn't be the brilliant businesswoman she was today. She took a deep breath, and walked up behind the couch.

In a pose of pseudo negligence she leaned over, bracing her elbows on the back, and pillowing her breasts on her forearms so they nearly spilled out of her neckline. Vegeta lifted his chin and sniffed the air, Vegeta and bulma porn cocking his head to look at her. She noticed his behavior and she covertly sniffed herself, wondering if her deodorant had worn off. To her disappointment he didn't seem to notice her breasts, but there was a cruel, mocking twist to his lips that made her nipples tingle.

Bulma, who was thinking about activating the porn channels in Vegeta's room to get him interested in sex was jerked from her thoughts by the unexpected question. Vegeta stared at her long enough to make her shift Vegeta and bulma porn weight uncomfortably. He turned away, staring at the TV. He took another sip of his beer, dismissing her. Bulma Vegeta and bulma porn, watching Vegeta's chiseled profile carefully.

Her lips parted as his inference struck her deep inside where her muscles quivered. She licked her lips as a thought struck her. Did she dare be so blunt? So nasty? So completely inappropriate? Bulma dropped her gaze. One hand was wrapped around the base of her beer, but the other was caressing the neck in an imitation of sex. How she wished she was caressing something else. What she was about to do was so completely taboo for her that it made her a little wet thinking about it.

She took a calming breath before looking straight at Vegeta. It has been over two years. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, unless you got some tail on your Vegeta and bulma porn to Namek it's been at least two years for you too.

It was all Bulma could do not to crow Vegeta and bulma porn victory. There is only so much your hand can satisfy, wouldn't you agree? I dream of a man's lips kissing the hollow of my throat, his hand on my breast, his hard, thick cock thrusting between my legs.


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