Yamcha nervously approached the Capsule Corp building. He hadn’t seen Bulma in months, not since she had married that arrogant Saiyan prince, Vegeta. But Yamcha couldn’t get her off his mind. Those piercing blue eyes, that fiery personality. He still carried a torch for his first love.
Yamcha rang the doorbell and fidgeted as he waited. To his surprise, Bulma answered the door herself. She looked ravishing in a low-cut red dress that hugged her curves.
“Yamcha? What are you doing here?” She seemed startled to see him but smiled warmly.
“I…I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to say hi. It’s been a while…” Yamcha rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Well, come on in!” Bulma stepped aside to let him enter. “Vegeta’s off training as usual, so I could use the company.”
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Yamcha followed her inside, his eyes glued to the seductive sway of her hips. They sat down on the couch, reminiscing about old times. The sexual tension hung heavy in the air.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Yamcha leaned in and captured Bulma’s lips in a passionate kiss. To his delight, she returned it with fervor, pressing her body against his.
“Oh Yamcha,” she sighed as his hands roamed her curves. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Clothes were quickly shed as the once-lovers surrendered to lust, right there on the couch. Yamcha entered Bulma’s slick heat, both of them moaning in ecstasy.
He took her hard and fast, pouring years of longing into each powerful thrust. Bulma cried out in pleasure, any thoughts of her surly Saiyan husband long forgotten.
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Bulma turned over and presented her shapely rear to Yamcha. “Remember when we used to do this back in the day?” she purred sultrily over her shoulder.
Yamcha groaned, his manhood throbbing at the erotic sight and sensual memories it evoked. “How could I forget? Your ass was always irresistible.”
He grabbed her hips and rubbed his hard length along her crack before pushing into her tight back entrance. Bulma whimpered as he stretched her, the burning pleasure even more intense than she recalled.
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“Yes, Yamcha! I’ve missed this so much!” she gasped out as he began pumping. His thick rod plundered her ass, stroking her innermost depths. “Vegeta never takes me like this. He doesn’t make me feel the way you do!”
Yamcha grunted primitively, spurred on by her confession. He slammed into her harder, reaching around to fondle her bouncing breasts. “I’ve never stopped wanting you, B. You’ll always be my girl.”
“Oh yes! I’m yours, Yamcha! Fuck me!” Bulma’s curvy body quaked with the force of his thrusts. The old lovers rocked together in carnal bliss, transported back to their passionate past.
Yamcha felt his peak fast approaching. He rubbed Bulma’s swollen clit, determined to bring her with him over the edge into sweet oblivion…
Yamcha’s face contorted with pleasure, his eyes clenched shut as his body tensed and his hips thrust forward in one final, powerful movement. A trail of cumshot from his dick ,coated Bulma’s back, leaving a glistening sheen on her skin.
