Lorenzo Remei
Lorenzo grinned, confident in his victory. That thieving bastard was no match for him, his fearsome technique was one that could not be defeated by any. The badgermole in the badgerhole was now ready to move, a pummeling so intense it could cause a seism from Texas to Hong Kong. He was victory!
But never could he have expected that the treacherous Adjutor would pull off something like this. Yes, there was an unknown variable, an anomaly, an abbherrance that foiled Lorenzo’s flawless plot.
Masakah!?
It was Sputnik, back from mother russia to take back the intergalactic space station. The assault was ready, Rasputin watched from above, and commanded his general to send the ship above. There would be no resistance, it would be fired while Apollo was fighting.
Naniiiii?
Distracted, Commander Lorenzo could not avert the attack. A vibrating rocket, rotating and twisting in the empty space at a speed comparable to godspeed, was directed in the Death Star’s thermal exhaust port. There would be no mercy.
"H-hey! What th-" cried the general, his cannons firing in the direction opposite from the assault. This was a war on two fronts, and his rear front was uncovered. Without remorse, Darthjutor pounded the general’s asshole with the slimy dildo.
Instantly, his eyes widened in sheer shock, and his hips shot forward. Mewling pitifully, the pirate gasped and moaned and cried for mercy, but there would be none.
"Aaaaah...don't...aaah...go to... haaaahhh!" Lorenzo cursed, but it was no use. All he could do was rock his hips, a clenching ass and an erect cock. His one hope, his one chance was to make Forest come before he did. His finger stroking away, he rubbed Forest's apex with the hope of pleasuring her, focusing on her tightening core in order to keep himself from blanking out.