. "Your punishment isn't over, Trunks," Bulma chided as she grabbed her boy by the chin and lifted him up to stare up pathetically at her. Wave after wave of joyous pleasure began to mount within his core as his guts were pounded as relentlessly as his sweet spot
It was what she wanted to experience. She was a bit dizzy, and leaned against him slightly, to keep her balance
. "Your punishment isn't over, Trunks," Bulma chided as she grabbed her boy by the chin and lifted him up to stare up pathetically at her. Wave after wave of joyous pleasure began to mount within his core as his guts were pounded as relentlessly as his sweet spot Like pillows of feathery soft flesh with pulsating rings, colored chutes of pink, they practically begged to be penetrated with every wiggle and spasm.
. "Your punishment isn't over, Trunks," Bulma chided as she grabbed her boy by the chin and lifted him up to stare up pathetically at her. Wave after wave of joyous pleasure began to mount within his core as his guts were pounded as relentlessly as his sweet spot