As Krillin stepped into his home, he could hear the sound of his wife and Typhlosion having sex once more. There was a time where he might have thought that the sound was just 18 masturbating, but now he knew better—as if the occasional mewl of pleasure from Typhlosion wouldn't clarify the truth either way. Stepping into the hall leading to their bedroom, Krillin paused for a moment, hesitating to go any further, and then figured he should press on. He had to leave some of his training gear in the room, anyway, and there was a part of him that had gotten used to the idea of Typhlosion helping himself to 18 just about whenever he wanted.
Still, that didn't make it hurt any less as Krillin entered the room properly and saw Typhlosion squatting down a little in front of the bed whilst 18 laid with her head over the edge and her face pressed between the cheeks of Typhlosion's ass. When Krillin first walked in, 18 had been rimming Typhlosion with all the effort that she could expend; long, hard sucks to the hole itself before thoroughly tonguefucking the Pokemon's tight behind, but when Krillin walked into the room and Typhlosion caught his gaze, the badger suddenly smirked and began to grind back against 18. Long strokes ensured that 18's lips and tongue were being ground from the tip of Typhlosion's crack all the way down to the base of his ballsack.
Bulma had been so caught up in what was happening that she didn't even notice Krillin enter the room, but as Typhlosion ground his hips back and his balls settled against her lips, her eyes opened and she caught Krillin's gaze. At one point, she would have been embarrassed to see him while Typhlosion was using her like this, but no more. Now, she only closed her eyes again and resumed what she had been doing before
The prince of all saiyans after exiting the room said to himself
Since Typhlosion sama is fucking my 18 that means I continue wagecucking for the department! YABBA DABBA DOO I'm a happy puppy cuck!”
