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Trunks slicked his tool of choice with more of the cooling blue lube from the glass bottle sitting on the corner of the table. He touched the tip to the loosened ring of Gohan’s entrance, licking his lips. Seizing Gohan’s hips the lavender haired Saiyan lined up his strap on, and pushed into the slick passage. Gohan let out a cry the second before Goten shoved his prick past Gohan’s opened mouth. Thrusts and slaps of flesh filled the room with their impassioned grunts. The music of the trio undergirded the evolving pall of mingled sex that permeate the air. Thickly the smell of their efforts twitched their noses with its heady aroma.

Those nubs rubbed the special spots deep within Gohan’s passage, while Goten saw spots and stars over his vision. Gohan ceased to see clearly, his vision almost white with the immense stimulation. Nearly split open sensation-wise the massive tool burrowing into his core mercilessly pistoned in and out. Trunks rocked his hips, grunting at the sight of Gohan’s glistering sweat streaked body.