Volton sat in his cozy little corner of the hotel room, a small microphone perched in front of him and his laptop open to a chatroom filled with eager listeners. He adjusted his leather jacket and tugged at his snazzy cap, a confident smirk spreading across his face. The fuzzy yellow fat of Volton's large musky ass jiggled. Beats of sweat rolled down in his dark buttcrack. Today marked the launch of his solo podcast, and he could feel the excitement buzzing in the air—largely thanks to the chatroom filled with his fans, who were eagerly waiting for him to start.

“Alright, alright! Welcome to the first episode of ‘Volton’s Voltage,’ where the sparks fly and the laughs never die!” he announced with his signature flair, leaning closer to the mic. The chatroom lit up with emojis and messages of encouragement.