Vladimir pulled out of Obama, his love juice squirting out of his ding dong like a hose of a fire truck. They had been seeing each other for a while now, but nobody knew. Vladimir loved Obama more than Shrek loves tight anuses. They layed down in Obama's bed, panting after their steamy session. Obama fell asleep on Vladimir's chest. But suddenly, Vladir had to tinkle. He got up and ran to the restroom where he peed harder than Obama cummed. When he came back, Obama was still asleep, but he saw his phone lighting up. Obama was getting a call from... Niall Horan?!?!? What the fuck!?!??! Vladimir knew that Irish twink was up to no good, so he answered the phone. Niall began to speak.
"Oh baby, my tight Irish hole misses your 2 inch punisher... what do you say you come to my place tonight and get freaky with me, just like last week..."
Vladimir threw the phone on the ground and put his clothes on, crying as he knew he would never come back to Obama and his leather cheetah print thong. In fact, he was going to plan revenge. He was going to make Obama wish he never broke Vladimir's heart. And he knew exactly who to plan it with.
