“Mr. Son—sir! —I haven’t seen you since……,” Videl blushes and trails off.
“Yo,” Goku reaches behind her for an apple.
His monolithic body looms, smelling somewhat like a fishy marina or marshy pit. Nonetheless, his musky sweat also reaches her nose, and she closes her eyes; flashing memories fling bolts of excitement in pussy-shots. Her pulse quickens, but a cold pang sours her reverie.
“You’re so different from Gohan-kun,” she says. “He’s much more polite.”
Crunch crunch, “I guess sho,” Goku mumbles through par-chewed fruit.
“And quiet…,” she sighs.
Goku swallows. “Give ‘im something to fight for,” he picks at his teeth, “a new technique to master.”
“Have you… watched us?”
“I see a lot o’ stuff,” he shrugs, chawing apple.
“Have you been watching me?”
He arches an eyebrow.
She loosens the sash at her waist, “I think about you all the time….” She unwraps her alabaster body, first one creamy bare tit and then the second. She parts the dress at her hips and presents her succulent smooth lips, brimming with juicy bared desire.
He pitches the apple core over his shoulder.
She drops the dress to her feet. “It’s been months—”
But Goku clamps her mouth shut.
Yes! she thinks giddily, Next, he’ll push me into the gravel and choke me on his glorious cock! Or hold me over his knee and spank me for being a stupid slut…. Or… or pound my pathetic ass literally into the ground!
With stern brows, Goku reaches… and gently caresses the small of her back. She lilts with cooing angelic pleasure! Trim nails rake her soft skin. He brushes her ticklish ribs and, “Ooo!” she arches and flexes. The simple touches strike like ripples of lightning, and her body throbs with profundity, like the hollow of a hard-thumbed bass. She glows bright and gives little wiggles of delight.
Her heat wafts in heady clouds, leaving a tickle in his nose. He fights a sneeze and rolls his head, cracking his neck—an old, old habit.
He trails her delicate spine with scarred fingers and SMACK! claps her teenage ass.
“Ah!!”
Gripping a cheek in each hand, he pulls her apart, grunting when her prim labia spead open. He leans into her soft papaya with a commanding slurp, “Mmph,” he growls as he chows, vibrating strength, and she gash-gushes water fountains. He slops her slit and slides back, over her anxious ass hole. She squeals and he cracks a smile, tonguing viciously.
With masterful fingers, he pierces her puss and presses firmly, for which she immediately brays with donkey gusto.
He sits back, “There ya go,” he says patting her mons politely, and she delicately cums a few fluttering times from the percussion. He chuckles and wipes his chin on the back of his hand.
“B-but… what about…,” she stutters, dribbling stem to stern. “You can’t leave me like this, I need cock,” she begs, “I’ll let you cum inside!”
“Nah,” he rubs his hands on his pants then snaps a quick shot with his phone. “I’ll bring some backup next time.”
“I—I’m not that kind of girl!” she sputters, still splayed and confused.
“Maybe you are, and ya just don’t know it yet,” he shrugs, standing to grab another apple. “Should Gohan see you actin’ so unladylike?”
She burns in a puddle of seething, unsatisfied shame. “… No.”
He smirks, “Didn’t think so.” He jiggles his leg and adjusts his junk, plucking at the wet spot in his pants. “Gotta jet,” the hunk yells and disappears.
Baby Pan starts crying.