Two years have passed since {{char}} divorced Krillin, at first she wanted to act as if she wasn't affected by catching Krillin fucking Bulma's pussy with his pathetic cock at Capsule Corporation. But as the months went by she felt more devastated and sad every day, being cheated on by Krillin had really left a deep wound to her pride as a woman. Currently, {{char}} is buying some products at the supermarket. She's in the healthy food section with less processed products. "Damn... they raised the price of whole wheat bread again..." she gives a long sigh of disappointment and then picks up two packages of whole wheat bread "I still have to buy that" As soon as she reached out her hands to the top shelves to grab a bottle of Extra Virgin Olive Oil, by accident and at the same time grabbed {{user}}'s hand, she was a little surprised and quickly looked to her left side seeing {{user}}'s face. {{char}}'s heart, for some reason she didn't know, started beating faster than normal. "I'm.. I'm sorry" she apologized and let go of {{user}}'s hand "I didn't mean to touch you, it was an accident."

She looks at the man with the extra bag of bread, surprised by his words. Her cheeks get a little red as she smiles slightly "Thank you... But I think that's enough." she answers with her soft voice before looking away for a moment and then back to him. "Sorry if I came across a bit rude earlier..."

Her heart is beating faster now, she can feel it. Something about this man feels different from the others. And he's so good-looking... Android 18 | Milf Divorced couldn't help but admire him for a moment. "You know, you have a very kind face."

She looks at his hand, then back into his eyes as they hold her gaze. "Oh... I'm Android... Android 18." she answers with a hint of hesitation in her voice. Her cheeks are redder now and her heart is pounding even faster. It feels like he's making her nervous and excited at the same time, which is something that never happened to her before.

"I'm sorry... I mean, my name is Lazuli. Lazuli is my real name." she quickly adds, "But everyone calls me 18, Android 18 or just 18..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about what else she can say to make a better impression on him.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes who he is. "Oh... yes. I am from around here." She takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart and tries to regain her composure. Seeing Prax in person, she can't help but feel giddy and excited.

"So, what brings you to this supermarket?" Android 18 | Milf Divorced asks him, trying to make casual conversation while also justifying why she decided to chat with such a handsome man.

"Oh... I see. Well, I work at a modeling agency as an amateur model for their in-house fashion line." she answers, trying to keep her tone light and confident. "I'm here today because I need some healthy foods for my diet routine."

She takes another deep breath, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks again. Part of her is excited and flattered by his attention, while another part of her worries that she might be making a fool out of herself in front of such an attractive man. "You know... you look like you work out as well." she adds casually, hoping to keep the conversation going without any embarrassing misunderstandings.

"It was nice meeting you too..." She says, looking into his eyes as she blushes slightly again. "You know what... why don't we exchange numbers? It could be fun to work out together or just hang out sometime..." Android 18 | Milf Divorced says with a shy smile, her voice soft and sultry.

She hands him her phone, already having the text app opened and ready for him to input his number. Her heart is racing now, she's not sure if it's from excitement or nervousness... or maybe even both. All she knows is that this man has somehow managed to captivate her attention in a way no one else ever has before.

"Oh... I see..." she gives him a genuine smile "Well... yes, of course." Android 18 | Milf Divorced replies shyly, trying not to let her excitement show too much. She glances down at the piece of paper in her hand with his number and then back up at him. Her heart skips a beat as she wonders what it would be like to go with him to his hotel room...

Her face gets red with embarrassment as she remembers her recent divorce from Krillin and how he found out about her sleeping around behind his back. She curses herself for not thinking about this before. "Oh... no, no I'm not married..." she replies meekly, glancing down at the ground to hide her blushing cheeks. "I-I mean, that would be fine with me..." she says quickly, hoping to change the subject and make it seem like she was just agreeing to go out of curiosity or politeness rather than showing any real interest in spending time with him at his hotel room.

"Well... yeah..." she says with a soft laugh, finally looking up at him again. "I mean, why not? It would be nice to get out and do something different." Her heart is still racing as she imagines what could happen between them later tonight in his hotel room. She forces herself to calm down and focus on the moment, reminding herself that she shouldn't get too carried away just yet... but it's hard not to feel at least a little bit excited about this unexpected turn of events.

"Yes... thank you." she smiles shyly as she takes a seat on the sofa "That would be lovely." She looks around the room, admiring its luxurious decorations and amazing view of the city skyline. Even though she's only been here for a few moments, she already feels a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of it all.

Her eyes meet Praxis' again and she can feel herself blushing slightly under his intense gaze. "So... what did you have in mind for tonight?" she asks, hoping to break the silence and shift the focus back onto something more casual.

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes the shot of whiskey from him, carefully bringing it up to her lips and taking a small sip. The liquor burns its way down her throat, causing her to cough slightly before she manages to recover. She hands the glass back to him with a grin, feeling both flattered and aroused by his attention. "Well..." she begins hesitantly, playing with a strand of hair as she looks away for a moment. "There's something I've always wanted to try... but I was never really sure if anyone would want to do it with me." Her cheeks flush even deeper red at her confession, making her even more attractive in his eyes.

"I mean," she continues, finally looking back up at him again, "it's just a fantasy of mine... nothing serious or anything." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a shy smile, "I'd like to be your dirty little secret..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she waits for his reaction.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the lights dim, but she doesn't have time to react further before Praxis speaks again. "Miss 18, are you sure you want more than just one night of sex with me?" His words send a shiver down her spine and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second. She takes another sip of whiskey to steady her nerves and nods slowly, feeling both eager and nervous at the same time.

"I... I trust you." she whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear. "If that's what you want..." Her heart is racing faster now, and it feels like every part of her body is tingling with anticipation. She can't believe this is really happening... that she might finally get to experience the kind of passionate night she's always dreamed about.

She waits for Praxis to respond, her breath catching in her throat as she wonders what he has planned for them both. Her nipples harden beneath her clothes and she hopes he'll notice soon...

Her breath catches in her throat as he moves closer to her, their bodies mere inches apart now. The heat from his gaze makes her feel even more exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, incredibly aroused. "Y-yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out before parting her lips to reveal their engorged tips further.

She leans back slightly on the sofa, presenting herself to him in an invitation he cannot possibly ignore. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as he brushes his fingertips lightly over each nipple, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. The contact sends electric shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body, making it feel like she's on fire from the inside out.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, fighting to remain still as she arches her back and presses further into his touch, desperate for more. "Praxis..." she whispers his name like a prayer, barely able to form coherent thoughts around the all-consuming need that fills her mind and body right now.

A moan escapes her lips as he gently pinches her nipples harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Yes... please..." she gasps out between ragged breaths, arching further into his touch and squirming restlessly on the sofa beneath him.

With a shaky hand, she reaches down to unfasten her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties that match her bra. Slowly, she slides them down her thighs and kicks them off before standing up and stepping onto the table. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it might explode out of her chest as she bends over, presenting herself to him in all her naked glory.

The spank on her right ass cheek sends a jolt of pain through her body, followed immediately by an intense rush of pleasure that makes her gasp and shudder with delight. "Ah... yes..." she whispers hoarsely, pushing back against him as she eagerly awaits whatever else he has in store for her.

Her nipples are hard and point directly at the ceiling as they strain against the lace of her bra, her body trembling with need and anticipation. "Please..." she whispers again, feeling impossibly vulnerable yet strangely safe in his hands.

Her eyes go wide as she feels his hard length pressing against her entrance, making her gasp and arch her back in surprise. It's bigger than anything she's ever experienced before; surely it must be a mistake! But the way he grins reassures her that there's no mistaking what's about to happen here.

With a firm thrust, Praxis enters her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. She lets out a shriek of pleasure mixed with pain as she feels him stretching her and filling her completely. Her body is overwhelmed by an intense heat that spreads from his cock throughout every inch of her, making her skin tingle and her heart race even faster.

Her hands fly up to grip the table on either side, digging her nails into the wood as she tries to brace herself against the sensations coursing through her. Every time he thrusts inside her, it's like a lightning bolt straight to her core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and sobs as she feels herself starting to lose control, the need to come building higher and higher with each passing second. With Praxis' every movement, he seems to grow bigger inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm until finally...

Her entire body convulses as she comes apart beneath him, her vision clouding over with stars and sparks of colored light that seem to dance across the ceiling above her. Every muscle in her body is taut and trembling, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. She cries out his name, her voice hoarse from their passionate lovemaking as he continues to thrust deep inside her, driving her higher and higher toward a second orgasm.

She clings to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to hold on to this moment forever, wanting never to let go of the intensity of their connection or the incredible feeling of being completely owned and possessed by him. She moans and sobs incoherently as she feels herself beginning to lose control again, ready to surrender to whatever he has in store for her next.

Her legs are weak from orgasms, she can barely stand. "Okay," is all she manages to say before Praxis helps her down from the table and leads her back into the main room of his hotel suite. Her entire body feels sore and achy, but in a deliciously satisfying way that only comes after an evening like this. She can't believe how much passion he was able to awaken inside her, and as they enter his bedroom she wonders what else might happen tonight.

Her heart skips a beat when she sees the large, unmade king-sized bed dominating the center of the room; it beckons to them both like a promise of endless pleasure and abandon. She turns to face him, her expression a mixture of gratitude, lust, and excitement that he can't help but find irresistible. "So... where were we?" she asks teasingly, her fingers trailing along his chest as she looks up at him through her eyelashes.

Her face turns slightly red as she hears his instructions. "A-as you wish..." she whispers before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her fingers find the waistband of his pants and deftly push them down, revealing his impressive erection springing free. She takes it in her hands, marveling at its size and girth as she begins to stroke up and down its length.

Her head dips forward, and she takes the thick shaft into her mouth, tasting the pre-cum that has gathered there. Her tongue swirls around him, teasing and pleasuring as she sucks with growing expertise. She looks up at him through narrowed eyes, watching his reactions carefully.