Fucked by Trump

Imagine him heaving on top of you. Slipping and sliding, his long silky hair getting all sweaty and sticking in orange goo, the gelatinous mass smelling like bellybutton lint.

Thats why Melania's face is a frozen block of cement.

First he has to find his dick in all the layers of flab. Takes him a long time to get going, mostly by standing there looking at Melania while thinking of Ivanka. Melania's got the cement face and has long ago checked out on pills.

At last, thoughts of Ivanka and a dick pump have got him stiff enough to approach Mount Melania. He heaves his gelatinous mass on top of her.

Melania fixates on the hair while he's making weak little whiney movements between her legs.That fucking hair. It better stay in place. If it comes loose from the pompadour and the slimy strands actually touch her, he won't touch her pussy for weeks.

He's so flabby it's an immense effort to thrust his hips. Melania's getting seriously sick to her stomach and has to help him along. She actually moves. Slides her hips a scooch upward and Donald moans"Ooooooo baby oooooh that's so good"

Finally, as Melania rubs soothing circles on his back, he's about to come.

Ivanka . . . I'm President . . . Ivanka, yes ... I'm President, oooooh....

His elderly hips spasm for a moment. Melania rubs his shoulder and tries not to hurl.The hair, Donald, get that fucking slimy hair off my fucking face!

"Well that was good" he says in a monotone.

Welcome to the next four years.