Carnal_Flower
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Imagine that heaving on top of you. Slipping and sliding in orange goo, his loooong silky hair getting all sweaty and sticking in the goo, the gelatinous belly which you know smells like bellybutton lint.
Thats why Melania's face looks like that. A frozen block of cement.
He probably has a dick pump. First he has to find his tiny little 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. She's a great whore.
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.
Dumpf is 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, the Dumpf's about to come.
Ivanka . . . I'm President . . . Ivanka, yes ... I'm President, oooooh....
His weak elderly hips spasm for a moment. Melania rubs his shoulder. He moans out a weak, "Mommmmmy" as he comes while Melania tries not to hurl. The hair, Donald, get that fucking slimy hair off my fucking face!
Dumpf is finished. "Well that was good" he says in a monotone.
Welcome to the next four years.
Thats why Melania's face looks like that. A frozen block of cement.
He probably has a dick pump. First he has to find his tiny little 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. She's a great whore.
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.
Dumpf is 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, the Dumpf's about to come.
Ivanka . . . I'm President . . . Ivanka, yes ... I'm President, oooooh....
His weak elderly hips spasm for a moment. Melania rubs his shoulder. He moans out a weak, "Mommmmmy" as he comes while Melania tries not to hurl. The hair, Donald, get that fucking slimy hair off my fucking face!
Dumpf is finished. "Well that was good" he says in a monotone.
Welcome to the next four years.
