Hitler runs my life

Hitlers cock runs my life. I wake up in the morning with an insatiable need for deep cock drizzling the semen of lords down my throat. My head aches with starvation of Hitler. I spring out of bed, and reach for the nearest jar of his succulent syrup. I sigh as I guzzle down his delightful beverage, and I feel fulfillment in life as his semen enters my stomach. I feel him running through my veins, and as his semen enters my blood I am filled with power, I feel Hitler inside myself. I am suddenly filled with energy. I need more. I quickly snatch another jar and drizzle it over my face, creampied – if you will, by Hitler himself. I cry in relief.