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With Gohan fast asleep on the sandy beach and Kririn having sped off in an air car and already somewhere in the city waiting for his wife and daughter to finish their shopping, there wasn't anything standing in the way of what was transpiring inside the seemingly innocent beach house in one solitary island.
Muten Roshi was free to bide his time.
When he had started, he had been thirsty. And hungry. And mad with curiosity. Now, after more than half a dozen bounteous ejaculations of his prey (and some generous pre-ejaculations himself) later, Roshi was sated. At least, for the time being… Which wasn't really any time at all. He was never really sated for very long. If he was, then he wouldn't be so legendary a lecher.
The said legendary lecher wiped his mouth which was slobbered with mixed drool and Piccolo essence as he leant back to admire his handiwork. After squeezing his prey dry of all those orgasms, the Super Namek's skin was slick with sweat and come. His muscles were still twitching and convulsing from tiny aftershock spasms but impressively, the pregnant Namekian warrior was fairly still in one piece. He knew then, that there was still so much more that that tight and resilient body could give… So much more for him to break.
Beady eyes roved the entirety of his captive's slender form until they landed on that sinful area in between his legs—the part that he had most fervidly ravaged. His mouth and tongue had done things to it that he never thought he would have the pleasure of ever doing again; had inhaled its wildly addicting musk until his head spun and avidly slurped up its butyraceous juices until his belly notably distended from his gluttony. His fingers had converged on that now gaping hole and had dived in deeply, thoroughly divesting the delectable treasure trove of all it had to offer…
A wide, salacious grin broke across the old man's face as he took a few moments to congratulate himself—rather impressed at the havoc he had wreaked upon the source of his torment. It was a job well done, even if he thought so himself. Oh, but he was far from done. He had not even gotten to the main event yet…
Piccolo's desecrated body has yet to serve its ultimate purpose.
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