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Daddy Stalin had a big, thick missile between his legs, and he stroked the tip of his pulsing aching firearm. A knock rang through his house as his omega femboy Donny Trump skipped inside, wearing his tight maid dress.
"DADDY STALIN I WASN'T ALLOWED TO INVADE THE MIDDLE EAST TODAY!!!!!!" He wailed, thighs trembling and shaking. Stalin let out an angry growl, a shadow falling over his face and highlighting his big smelly moustache.
"What?!?!?!?!?? How DARE my baby cheeks willy wanker spiced pumpkin late not get what he rightfully deserves, which is oil to oil him up!!!!!"
He stand up, missile bouncing with the motion. "It's ok wiggly stomach big man, i'll make you feel better!!!" Stalins dark eyes are focused in on the bulge in Donny's skirt, watching as a damp patch slowly appeared. He licked his sausage lips, hungry for his little boy toy. but Donald's eyes are only locked on one thing: Stalin's side piece, Addy Hitler, lying with his bare booty cheeks exposed to the air. Donny slowly turns to face Daddy Stalin, tears bubbling up as his big shiny glowing sparkly crystal submissive orbs turn red with rage.
"....................................Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yy-y-y-y-y-y-your side piece..........i-is......MY EX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"WHAT?! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....Adolfy why didn't you TELL ME!??!?!!? AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Stalin rip off his shirt, exposing his big, hairy man tits, which flex and jiggle with his rage. His aroelea darken like his eyes as he slowly walked over to Donny Tramp, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him onto the bed, wrenching open the bedside cabinet and pulls out a leather collar with a big bell. He clips it to Donny's flabby neck, giving it a tug to show him who's boss.
"Who's my good little boy?" Stalin whispers into Donny's ear, his warm breath sending shivers down Trump's spine
"If I do as you say, do I get some oil?"
"Yes you do omega."
"Please big daddy, i'm so tight right now... i can even forgive you for banging Adolf." Trump glances over to Addy, who has now sat up and is gently stroking his long, juicy, luscious, swastika-branded veiny meat missile as he observes the scene between Alpha and Omega.
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