“Open your legs,” Goku says silkily, nudging her feet apart, “show me your sexy pussy.”
“There’re people all around!” Videl blushes, sitting across from him on Bulma’s patio.
“Go on,” he pushes, “no one’ll notice.”
She fluffs her skirt, lifting it subtly, and looks away.
“Hmph,” he scoffs, “Panties? No fuckin’ panties from now on, got it?”
“Uh…,” she tries to swallow the lump in her throat. “O…okay.”
He squints, “You mean, Yes sir.”
“Ah! Yes sir,” she sweats.
He stares at her for a moment before commanding, “Go wait in the bathroom.”
Moments later, Goku locks the door behind him, and Videl lifts her skirt.
“Why are you still wearing those fuckin’ things?” he frowns, pointing.
She hastily tries to pull her undies down, but with no effort he shreds them—she swallows a squeal. He roughly rubs her folds, bare and smooth.
“Remember, don’t finish inside!” she nags.
“Don’t worry,” he chuffs and pulls his excited rod from his pants.
“Lemme be on top…,” she coos.
He sits on the closed toilet, stroking his cock lightly.
Skirt tucked in her pits, she swings a leg over his lap and crouches, pussy splayed above his enormous straining erection, dripping.
“Now…,” he rubs softly around her clit, “if I can’t cum inside, I’ll need your sweet ass.”
She grimaces, taking a deep breath. “All right,” she nods and shifts. He strokes his tip back and forth against her soft ass hole.
“You’re in control this time!” he smirks.
She nods sharply, and for her determination, he lubes his monster with spit. She sinks, pressing against his tip—“Ungh!”
“You’ve got this!” he leans back, locking his fingers behind his head.
Her legs burn from squatting yet she trembles to sink further….
“Come on,” he growls, directing, “all the way down.”
“Nngh!” she tips forward, leans against his broad body, and exhales, relaxing her anus. “Ahh!!” she puffs and lowers, taking in more punishment, filling with pain, fear and fiendish sensation.
“By the way,” he drawls in her ear as she struggles, “Piccolo heard you, the other night, when I had you screaming.”
“What??” She clenches tight in reaction, and he grins.
“Don’t worry, he didn’t see anything,” he caresses her ass.
“But,” she gasps, wriggling, “he’ll tell Gohan about… me and you.”
“Nah,” Goku waves his hand, “at least, not until I say so.”
“Whu—?”
“That’s what you want, right?” he raises an eyebrow, “to keep this a secret?”
She feels frozen, numb, except for her electric pussy; in a trance she simply nods.
“Good girl,” he pats her thigh. “Now, come on already,” and he tucks his hands back behind his head.
She frowns, but she finally sinks to his base. She hates how much she loves pleasing him, how it feels so… thrilling. She thrusts a hand between them to release her thumping clit.
“Mmph!” Goku mumbles while she works, switching between bobbing her taut ass and rocking in his lap like a kid playing horsey.
She grunts as she feels pulpit pulses—so she glides up and off his testament. She hears his groan, but instead of feeling hot jizz spray across her back, his powerful hands squeeze her hips.
“HA!!” he growls out and slams her pussy down onto his throbbing knob—igniting her filthy explosive orgasm at last.
“You liar!” she hisses as he pumps his dirty dick deep.
“Heh,” he snorts, “I guess you better marry my son quick!” and he grunts, stuffing her clamping cunt éclair to the brim with saiyan pastry cream.