Ippan hummed softly as she danced in the kitchen of her home, her hips sashaying back and forth in time with the music, her full milky and perky I-Cup breasts, swaying in tandem with the her movements.

As she dance, she kept her focus on the food, preparing a snack for when her child came home from school.

"I hope they don't run into any villains on the way home." She thought, turning down the volume on the radio so she could hear herself think. "There've been a lot of villain activity lately these days."