Saints Row

“What the fuck? This universe’s Earth was blown up by aliens. And the only remnants of humanity are a band of survivors mostly made up of gang members. One of which is the President of the United States. Even if they didn’t have any hot women, I feel like it would still be my responsibility to go there to help. Because, god it seems like they need it.”

Kyle soon finds himself on a space ship. He sneaks around, avoiding detection. He walks around, finding out the President is now the supreme ruler of the Zin Empire, who are responsible for destroying Earth. “Man, what the fuck is up with this place?”

Kyle finds a nice, quiet place to hide and to scan the ship to see what kind of women he’s working with. He finds at least four female signatures on the ship. One belonging to a very angry, busty brunette by the name of Shaundi.

Another belongs to a former FBI agent, current computer hacker called Kinzie Kensington. Her bust may not as big as her friend’s, but what she lacks in boob size, she more than makes up for it in kinkiness.

The third woman is named Asha Odekar. She’s an Indian-British former MI-6 agent. She seems to be very much a no nonsense kind of person. It’s amazing she’s even teamed with these people, some of who seem to **** for the fun of it.

And the last one Kyle can definitely makes out confuses him. “No. No, there’s no way. Seriously. That can’t be.” But you see it can. The fourth female on the ship that reads as humanoid is Jezebel, the literal daughter of the Devil.

“What the hell is going on in this ship?” Kyle asks himself. He shakes his head, putting that conversation to the side for now. Now that he for sure knows that some attractive women are on board, Kyle has to decide who’s he going to fuck.