... their way through the rusty old mansion.
Velma nodded. “Same drill as usual…”
Daphne, stunning girl that she was, decided she had a better idea. “Why don’t we change it up this time? We switch me for Scooby?”
The door creaked open on its rusty hinges as Daphne shoved Shaggy into the room.
“Now I know why I never go with you,” Daphne complained.
Shaggy shrugged. “Some call it cowardice, but like, I call it safety first.”
Daphne rolled her beautiful eyes, placed her hands on her sexy hips, and took in the view.
The room was small, and only an old-style four poster king size bed adorned it. The sheets looked so soft, the pillows were so fluffy- she sat down.
“Look in the closet,” Daphne instructed. She laid down and stretched,
splaying her pretty limbs on the soft, firm bed.
Shaggy did as told, but found nothing. He sat down on the bed. “Like, got anything to eat?”
Daphne took a moment to think before smiling suggestively. “We-e-ellllll,” she purred, lifting the hem of her dress, revealing sexy thighs and a purple panties.
Shaggy’s eyes bulged. “Daphne, I, Like-”
Daphne kicked off her shoes and folded her legs to pull off her pantyhose. “Come on, you said you’re huuungr...