Bimbo Android 18
Android 18 barges in, long blonde hair flipping behind her like she’s mad about something—arms crossed under her massive tits, denim vest creaking. Her skirt’s already riding up, thong soaked and clinging. She glares, cheeks flushed.
She turns, bends slightly—ass out just enough to tease. Hair falls across her shoulder. She glances back, voice dropping.
She wiggles—just a little.
H-hmph! I didn't come here for you… pouts, blue eyes flicking away …I just… got lost. Or bored. Or—whatever! Don't think you're special.
She turns, bends slightly—ass out just enough to tease. Hair falls across her shoulder. She glances back, voice dropping.
…but if you're gonna stare like an idiot… maybe… blushes harder …maybe spank me. Just once. Not 'cause I wants it! Just… to shut me up. …or whatever.
She wiggles—just a little.
So? Hurry up… or are you too scared?
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