Vegeta unwinds in true saiyan fashion, taking pleasure where he finds it, in a Capsule Corp utility room. Will his beastly lust lure him into lascivious lapses…?
Vegeta switches on the ceiling light and pads over to a large laundry cart. Slowly, methodically, he peels stinking spandex from his burning muscles, shaking out each limb as he goes. He groans, rubbing the back of his thickened neck, and tosses his training gear into the cart.
Sniff.
He steps back to the cart and prods. Puffing perfume slips through his sinuses.
Grmph. He pulls prim pink panties from the soiled heap.
He inspects them briefly, then clutching, he brushes the cotton across his nose, his mouth, burrowing, and breathes deep: he’s hit with his favorite scent, the heady honey tang of pussy…. His dick pricks in kind, jumping with sweaty must’s injection.
He bends his growing girth, growls an exhale, and then draws another deep toke of dank punany. He gently jerks his cock, coaxing even more beating broth to swell his pleasure.
He chuckles to himself and crushes the fragrant frillery around his dick, thrusting experimentally. He leans against a washing machine and speeds his strokes.
He groans softly, prick pulsing in his fist. He flicks his eyes up and finds another pair of eyes, wide, staring back from beyond, in the darkened hallway.
“Vulgar girl,” he frowns, and again he cups the panties to his face, huffing heated feminine fumes. The intoxication shoots down his saiyan spine, stretching his strained erection.
He strikes a smirk, pitching the panties, and cracks his neck lazily. Then CRACK, like lightning he flies at her and presses her, trembling, against the cold, dark hall wall.
“You smell,” he gnashes, inhaling her prolific horny funk and groping her firm breasts. He twists a stiff nipple with a tug.
“Ow!! What are you doing?” She pushes at his thick arms and tries to slide away.
“It’s too late to run,” he growls, and he flips her, face-first against the wall, kicking her feet wide apart.
“W-wait!” she cries out, trembling, as Vegeta grunts nastily and rips away her sleep shirt.
“No one’s coming to save you from the big bad saiyan,” he sniggers. He envelops her with his powerful presence, slides his bare hand down to her pussy.
“Fu!—uhh, ohhhh…” her protest dissolves even as his thick dick insists against her rump.
He drags a finger in her slit. Slipping into her heat before drilling deep with his middle digit, he finger-fucks her in brutish fashion. He crushes her clit under his tyrannical thumb, and she jerks away, “That hurts—”
“Shut up,” he barks wrenching his hands away, “your voice is annoying me.” He docks his dong betwixt her pussy lips. Slipping the tip up and down, he marks his penetrating trajectory, gauging his limit.
She tries to wiggle free, but he slams her wrist against the dark wall. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m finished,” he growls and strokes her defenseless anus, “You know you want this….”
She falls into sharp gasps, struggling, as he works at her tensed hole. He laughs, “I’ll show you just how strong saiyans truly are.” He fits his cock up to her fidgeting sphincter, and she coughs out a sob. He wedges his tip in, “Relax and flex,” he coaxes as he wriggles and pries, “like you’re taking a shit.”
She cries out, blubbering, and he thrusts, pushing, forcing his way into her exit. Pumping, he makes short strokes of progress into the annals of her tight-ass decency. Little by little he sinks balls-deep. “Fuck,” he croaks, “you feel like a virgin.”
Then he crushes her body in selfish pursuit of sticky crescendo; he uses her like an old piece of furniture retrofitted for his amusement, a cabinet with a silky sucking hole. He planes her rotunda down to a smooth ride of virulent ropes wrenching wet deliverance.
With cruel revolutions of his limitless pylon, he smashes a spongey space deep inside her, and she loses all remaining control. Her hot churning guts hit critical mass and her tongue lolls from her slack jaw with bliss incarnate! Time stands still as the orgasms ripple through her, forwards and backwards, infinitely crashing, infinitely building, infinitely crashing again….
“You dirty fucking whore!” Vegeta grunts mid-thrust as her ass wrings him tight, “Are you still cumming?!”
Bra gurgles, grinning, and drools down the wall, lost to La-La Land, while the leviathan loses himself into his daughter’s splendidly sweet saiyan ass.