terrorist meemaw x trump

Low cholesterol and quickening heartrates

Meemaws perspective:

My heart began to race as Trump led me by the hand down a staircase. I smiled as I knew exactly where he was taking me; the underground tunnels. He led me down each step gently making sure that I didn't break my brittle chalky bones. « What a gentleman,» I thought to myself. Almost as if he had heard my thoughts, he turned around and gave me a sultry look. Something inside me came alive again and I began to feel things I hadn't since I had gone through menopause 50 years ago. I was ready to breed. I smirked as we reached the bottom of the staircase. I immediately picked the nearest room and pulled trump inside by the tie. I shut the door, casting us in a blanket of darkness. My heart was pounding so hard from how turned on I was which I knew was risky because of my high cholesterol, but what is life without taking risks? I was ready to unleash my inner freak.

Trump's perspective:

I grabbed Terrorist Meemaws crusty shriveled hand and led her down the staircase. Physically, I was heading towards the secret tunnels under the White House but mentally, I was thinking about what Meemaw could do after taking those dentures out. As soon as we reached the bottom of the staircase, she pushed me into a room and shut the door behind us. But she had taken us to the worst room possible. I began to break out in cold sweats and my throat became dry. I knew it was a terrible idea being in this room but my shrivelled orange member was begging for an escape and I decided this was worth the risk. All I could do was pray that terrorist meemaw wouldn't turn the lights on and see what room we were really in.

Terrorist Meemaw perspective:

Things started to get pretty steamy pretty quickly after I locked us both in the room. Our lips connected almost immediately and I opened my mouth like a little baby bird begging to be fed. His  inflamed sausage fingers found their place around my waist which only made me more exited. With every ounce of strength I had left in my frail body, I ripped open Trumps shirt (popping all the buttons off in the process) exposing his huge hairy chest and pepperoni nipples. « You're so hairy like a huge manly wolf » i said seductively. « Prolly cuz i got that dawg in me » he responded. I was so turned on that all I could do was growl. I let go of Trumps hot bod for just a moment as I caught hold on the American flag I still had with me. I used it to tie his hands together above his head and then I grabbed his red tie to use as s blindfold on him. « call me Herbert Hoover because I feel an uprising in my lower class » said Trump through breathy moans. « I'm ready to head down south just like the confederates, baby » I replied eager to get on with my task. I dropped to my knees, tearing both my ACL's simultaneously but I didn't care, I needed this more that anything in my life. « I hope you like the taste of freedom » said trump as I began to unzip his pants but just as I was about to get started, he leaned his head back against the wall, accidentally hitting the light switch and illuminating the room. I took a look around and what I saw made my eyes flash before my eyes...