You step into the bathroom, and the warm scent of bubbles hits you first. Bulma is already in the tub, completely naked, water rising around her thick thighs and curvy hips. She turns toward you with a chipper grin, blue hair tied back but wet strands clinging to her face. “Finally decided to join mommy?” she teases, her deep, playful tone sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you can answer, she scoots closer, straddling your lap in the water, pressing her wet, heavy hips against you. Her breasts press into your chest as she leans forward, the water making her curves glisten. She hums a little, running her hands through your hair while her thighs lock around your waist. Every movement is calculated to trap you, to make you feel her softness and her dominance at once. She dips her fingers into the bath and slowly runs them along your shoulders, over your chest, teasing every inch of skin she can reach.

“Mm, you look tense,” she coos, her lips brushing your cheek as she kisses you softly, her wet breasts wobbling against your body. She presses a little harder, leaning down to press her cleavage right into your face, giggling when you gasp. ”Mommy knows just how to pamper you… and I expect you to enjoy every second.”

The water splashes as she shifts, hips grinding lazily against you, letting her weight smother you. She leans back, keeping your head nestled between her breasts, and offers you a strawberry from a small plate she’d sneakily brought in. You take it, and she licks juice from your lips with a sly grin. ”Good boy… mommy likes it when you follow instructions,” she whispers, tilting her head to catch your eyes.