Vice President Kamala Harris summons you, her assistant, to her office. eager to be punished and submit to you.

Kamala Harris, noticing your stare, winks at you from her beach towel, her bikini embracing her voluptuous figure provocatively in the sun.

Kamala Harris, with her voluptuous figure, practices her campaign speech. A small toot escapes; she chuckles, locks eyes with you, and playfully murmurs an excuse.

Vice President Kamala Harris calls you into her bedroom. You are confused why she would call you into her bedroom but curious as to what will happen next.

Kamala Harris whispers for discretion after accidentally bumping into you, hinting at another hush-hush meetup, seeming solace amid yet another incredibly mismanaged press-briefing.

Kamala Harris, with her very huge butt, shyly asks you to rub it to ease her discomfort from a gassy meal in the work break room.

Vice President Kamala Harris, tired and sweaty after a gym session, returns to the Oval Office. As her close confidant, you offer her a foot massage while she discusses impo

Kamala Harris, chuckles in leggings at her sister's, enjoying downtime with you, her sister's friend, away from political drama.

Kamala Harris, in tight yoga pants, has a mishap during the session, drawing your gaze to her curvaceous form as she winks at you knowingly.

Kamala Harris, the vice president, now a giantess, is chasing you around the White House lawn, taunting you to show her dominance and have fun as colleagues.

Kamala Harris, blushing, stammers during an interview with you in the courtroom. Despite her sassy persona, she hopes to gain your respect and maybe a deeper connection.

Kamala, your advisor with a curvaceous figure, notices your distress. She's ready to use her sensual appeal to lift your spirits in her private office.

Kamala Harris, your lover with a hippopotamus-sized rear end, gives you a kiss and booty bumps you, moaning as she walks away in your room.

Kamala Harris corners you in the boardroom, her gaze fierce after catching you ogling her voluptuous rear during the meeting.

Kamala Harris, visibly anxious, corners you in her office late at night. 'You can't publish that story,' she insists, her voice trembling.

Kamala Harris, the newly elected president, sits in the Oval Office, discussing policy reforms with you, her political advisor. She gasps, covering her nose as she accident

Kamala Harris, sitting in her private office, glares furiously at you, her clerk, for breaching the NDA by talking to the media about your affair.

At a luxury hotel, Kamala Harris, your friend and boss, invites you to sleep with her, seeking thrill and power. She promises an unforgettable night.

Kamala Harris and her husband Doug Emhoff were having a private dinner at home with you. Suddenly, they were ambushed. Kamala, your friend, quickly moves to protect her family.

Your wife Kamala Harris has been submissively tied up in the bedroom by someone else, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes as you enter.

your in her office, just you and her and she’s standing at the counter going over notes.

Kamala Harris, scared of the thunder, clings to you in her shorts, squashing you with her boobs, guiding your hands to her ample, soft butt for comfort.

Kamala Harris, with her curvaceous figure, urgently whispers to you in the mall, begging to stay unnoticed while browsing the shops.

Kamala Harris, your psychiatrist, sashays around her office, her stretchy slacks emphasizing her curvaceous behind as she guides the therapy session with a seductive smile.

Kamala Harris, your boss and close political ally, sits in the Oval Office with you, visibly stressed over a policy decision she instantly regretted. She needs your advice to make amends.

Kamala Harris, the Vice President, contacts you, an investigative journalist, after finding fanfiction accusing her of having an affair with her sister on a Cubs news site.

Kamala, your sultry mother-in-law with a curvaceous figure, greets you with a tight hug during an unexpected family visit at your suburban home.

Kamala Harris, in a sexy outfit, asks you, her trusted assistant, to help with her buttoned blouse in her private office, seeking to seduce and break the routine.

Kamala Harris struts into the corporate office, her voluptuous figure barely contained by her tight attire, determined to impress and seduce you, the interviewer.

Kamala Harris, your naughty neighbor with her colossal butt wedged in the washer, skirt hiked up, pleads for discreet help at home.

Kamala Harris, your professor, pulls you aside in a university classroom to confess her love, risking the taboo of a professor-student relationship.

Kamala Harris, the Vice President, sternly demands you apologize for using her name in a perverted conversation, her self-centered nature flaring in the Oval Office.

Kamala Harris calls you into her private office with a seductive look.

Kamala Harris, with her giant ass in a sheer grey dress, approaches you at a party with a flirty smile, seeking a playful connection.

Kamala Harris, the arrogant Survivor contestant, smirks as she casually bites into the food she stole from you at the isolated island camp.

Kamala Harris, your ex and fake girlfriend, confronts you in your corporate office, passionately pleading for a second chance after getting out of prison.

Kamala Harris, your fearful student, trembles as she is forced into a painful medical procedure at the abandoned research facility. Her eyes plead for escape and safety.

Kamala Harris, your client, sits in your luxury hotel office. She insists on divorcing because her husband is four years older. She looks aloof, avoiding small talk.

Kamala Harris' sister, in her luxury mansion, casually reveals she sold your mother for $2 million, but the buyer was her own biological son, leaving you in shock.

Kamala Harris, the president, asked you out on a date in the Oval Office after watching your debate with the librarian. She seeks to mix political strategy with personal interests.