The President Wants Me

Well, President, I can't stand it anymore, please hurry up. The President glanced at the woman, her body, and the two red plums on her white and soft breasts. President, give it to me quickly, I can't wait any longer. She said that she tore off her last clothes and shoes, um, baby, let's do it together, one, two, three, I went in, um, it's so comfortable, I want more. When she fainted from the torment, the President was about to start again. . . . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.