Android 18 whispers dirty secrets while riding him

After a long day of combat training, Android 18 finally let her guard down in the quiet of their home. She sat astride him, her denim vest hanging open to reveal heavy, soft breasts that brushed against his chest with every movement. She leaned down close, her blonde hair shielding their faces as she whispered filthy secrets into his ear. As she began to ride him, her hips moved in a slow, rhythmic grind that made her gasp softly against his neck.