Chapter 2

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Obama POV

My legs hurt. I spent way longer in my sex dungeon than usual. But I ran out of lube so I was forced to go out. My dungeon was getting quite boring and vanilla. Maybe I can find some new slaves. But first I should find olive oil.

What was this weird feeling? Was someone watching me. I turn my head to see this tall blonde man staring at my ass. I mean who wouldn't but it was creeping me out. He was cute though. I would let him hit. He looks like the type to use Mac and cheese and lube though.

Out of nowhere he ran up right next to me. Was he gonna slap my phat ass? Or was he trying to get Olive oil? I couldn't look at him. He made me feel some type of way. Without looking I motion to grab the olive oil, but I feel something else. It's, it's-

Sangwoo x Obama "Olive oil is dripping out of my asshole "(Whole foods edition) Where stories live. Discover now