Sunday Funday

His thoughts went back to the dream he just had. It was a recurring dream of them having animalistic sex, always at night, always the moon caressed her pale skin, and that was the signal that it wasn't real. It's been weeks since that day at the ice cream parlor since he tasted her lips and felt her soft, pliant body against his hard one.

Since the smelt her strawberry scent.

Vegeta groaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a deliciously strong squeeze. He had tried everything to quench the thirst the woman gave him.
Part 4 of In Three Years