Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of bulma dgz

The elevator climbs fifty floors in bulma dgz, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “bulma dgz” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch bulma dgz,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “bulma dgz… bulma dgz… higher bulma dgz.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “bulma dgz” all the way down.