Dressing up as a pterodactyl and going "Ca-Chak" as she goes down on you

"Well there is this one thing." You say with a sheepish whimper.

"What is it?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I won't."

"I... uhh... like dressing up."

"Like what?"

"Like a pterodactyl."

Adela shoots you a puzzled look. "As in the dinosaur?"

You nod nebbishy.

"Babe..."

"What?"

"I love it."

"What?"

"Yeah. That sounds so hot."

Suddenly, the door to Adela's apartment is thrown open by an overweight, clearly gay Italian man who looks at you and says "Hi, I'm film critic and closeted homosexual Ralphthemoviemaker. I've got something for you Oscar."

Ralph holds out a pterodactyl suit. You look at your desire, no your destiny and walk up to it. The two then watch you strip down and show off your body, that clearly belongs to a Greek God. Once you put the suit on, the roof of Adela's apartment is ripped apart. A bright light then shines down from the heavens, before Hugh Hefner comes down, wearing a smoking jacket.

"Go forth my son. Claim your destiny." He says.

You move forward as Adela's clothes disappear. Her couch turns into a bed. Despite the mystical circumstances, Adela doesn't skip a beat, spreading her legs as an invitation for your massive, 15-inch cock that is as thick as a soda can. You press your rock-hard cock inside of Adela, who takes it with ease. After a few thrusts, you declare the two words(?) that you've been waiting to say for years.

"CA-CHAK!"

The earth shakes as windows shatter from the sonic boom of your mighty shout. Adela begins to shake and spasm in an orgasm that makes her near delirious. Both Hugh and Ralph watch the marvelous display of lovemaking, watching as you continue to declare "CA-CHAK!" as you give Adela orgasm after orgasm. After half an hour of fucking, you pull your wicked-big schlong out of Adela and coat her with a gallon of cum. All she can mutter as you bathe her in your baby batter is "Oh my God..."

Once it's over, Marine One, the president's helicopter, lands in the apartment. President Trump comes out of it and walks up to you.

"That my friend, was YUGE!" He says. "You have just made sex great again."

"Thank you Mr. President."

"No, thank you Oscar Sharpton. You are truly the greatest." The president looks to Hugh and Ralph. "Isn't he boys?"

The two men nod, before Trump pats you on the back. "Now, I'm gonna be real with you. The world needs greatness like you. We need a true leader who can lead this country and make America great again..."

That's when a light shines on you from above.

"NO! I need him here.... Now" A voice booms. You start ascending up to the heavens, where you are met by a man with a majestic flow of long brown hair wearing a denim jacket that has ALLLLLLLLLLL the medals.

"Are you God?" You ask.

"Yes, or as I'm also known: Neil Breen."

"Why am I here?"

"I have taken you here because I need you to show the humans the way forward."

"How would I do that?"

"By showing them your superior mating ritual."

Year 2069

Within 50 years, humankind has united to end war, hunger, poverty, and climate change. Everyone now worships you, Oscar Sharpton, the man bold enough to get dressed in a pterodactyl suit given to you by a Youtube celebrity and going "Ca-Chak" as you fuck your girlfriend. All of humanity has you to thank, and they do, worshiping you in the religion known as pterodactylism.