Not of me, but… It would be how I ran the presidency, and how I united the world. How the world will change! “We’ll get along when he sees me turn his wives into my sluts. 330 million Americans were counting on me not to fuck this up. Her hips wiggled from side to side as my tongue swirled through her depths, teasing her silky walls. She moaned into Gretchen’s pussy. The velvety grip of Glory’s tight asshole was bringing me closer and closer to eruption. I couldn’t just whore myself around the world. “I know you do!” I groaned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 17th, 2047
“When we return from our commercial break,” Adelia said, staring into the camera, “we’ll delve into Becky Woodward’s two terms as President of the United States, especially those early diplomatic incidents that forever changed the world.”
“You don’t want to miss out on those,” I said. Then she came.
