Vegeta detects the muffled hum of the dryer from outside the utility room. He tugs off one glove then the other and quietly opens the door. He sniffs a whiff of something faint but familiar and leaves the lights off.
Soft huffs come from a darkened nook, where a slim figure grips a running dryer.
Grmph. Vegeta pulls off his shirt, rolling his neck, and creeps forward. He easily recognizes her Briefs curves—and churlish behavior. He catches a full upskirt while she crawls onto the appliance; she perches on the corner. He squeezes his thickening stiffy, stroking, and watches her hump the humming dryer.
It softly rumbles rhythmically, and she mewls and grinds, deliciousness welling from deep within her pussy and out every single sweaty pore. She closes her eyes and shuts out the world as fervent animal movements quickly claim control. She gurgles a bit, incoherently intent, trapped in pleasure’s promise for release. It won’t be long now….
Vegeta sidles next to her in a few sharp boot steps—
“Oh!!” she snaps to attention, rosy-cheeked and breathing heavy.
“Explain yourself.” He tosses his dirty shirt into a nearby cart.
“Whu?” she mutters, hazy but antsy.
“You knew I’d be coming,” he growls, peeling off his leggings, “yet here you are, vulgar woman.”
“Tch, you don’t own me, asshole.”
CRUNCH! His fist slams into the machine by her head. “You reek of cheap perfume,” he snorts, “but you’re getting me hard anyway,” he presses into her, rocking his cocky pride against her leg.
“What are you going to do—?” she whispers.
He pushes her down against the dryer, throws her skirt up, and rips away her panties. “I’m going to show you what a saiyan is really made of,” his mouth curls into an ugly scornful smirk, and he raises his palm high…
WHACK—
“OWWOW!!” she whines at the sting left by the warrior’s smack to her blushing bottom. Vegeta lets out a pained groan, his dick swelling twenty percent.
WHACK WHACK WHACK!
YOWCH!!! She yelps, wiggling, after three heavy-handed swats.
He kicks off his boxers, unleashing his throbbing bobbing cock. “You barely felt that…,” he murmurs and rubs his hands together in sadistic prayer.
WALLOP.
WAH! Tears spring from her clenched lids.
As his handprint glows across her ass cheek, he yanks her by the hips, down from the dryer, and somehow fumbling at the last second, wedges between her thighs and penetrates her tight teasing cunt.
She splits in half around him, exploding, melting, weeping, “You’re so big….”
“Such a fucking whore,” he murmurs with brutish thrusts into her slickening sex. He lifts her ankle, folds her leg, and pops his pelvis roughly into hers.
“No, no, too deep, you’re too deep!” she whimpers, writhing in his stone grip.
“Ah, fuck,” he mutters. He pushes her to the floor and pumps his assault into her tight little pussy. He pounds her into a crumpled upside-down mess of dank desperation. He grunts in boorish breaths, chuffing faster and faster; sweat gathers down his broad forehead, dripping and blurring his animalistic vision.
She starts squealing as pain dissolves into pleasure, and instead of struggling against his depth, she meets his strokes from her wrinkled heap, outpacing the space prince. She rides him through each rippling orgasm in her lengthening chain, squeezing harder and faster. He yells for her to slow down, but it’s too late—she can’t hear him, and he can’t stop from losing complete control, releasing his primeval spunk into the hot sucking spot between her thighs….
In the next moment, he’s on the other side of the room. “Tell your mother to fix that machine,” he barks and disappears through the dark doorway.