Immolation

President Shinra had Scarlet on all fours, his cock digging into her ass. He felt the walls squeezing and milking his thick, meaty cock. This was power in its truest form. She was a dominant, a sadist, a bitch. Yet he made her his fuckpuppet. He reached around, gripping her hefty DD breasts, milking them. Heidegger's voice came into his ear.

"Sir, it is time," the fat man said.

"May I, Mr. President?" Scarlet practically purred. Shinra shrugged, handing her the remote. Acts of indiscriminate violence excited the tart, and she pushed the button, her ass squeezing tight on him. He grunted, starting to cum up her ass as the oldest reactor in Midgar exploded.