obama family ~ part three

chapter forty nine

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     michelle caught her breath before undoing his belt. "aww! baby!" barack moaned . "seems like they are at it again!" allen said. "you should have known it was going down! did you see that dress!" odell smirked. "yeah" allen chuckled. "pulling in to the guest house, mr. president" odell yelled. behind the block visor michelle was riding barack. "god yes! don't stop!" barack moaned out. she stopped. "nooo!" he whined like a child. "we're home baby! let's take this upstairs!" michelle and barack quickly got out the car. michelle pushed barack on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his neck. she was in control tonight. she stopped taking off her dress throwing it on the floor. barack slimed at her as she got on top of him. "mmm! haha!" he laughed gripping her ass. barack flipped them over, going down between her legs. "aww yes!" she cried out. michelle gripped the pillow hard, he was making her squirt again. "OH BARACK!" michelle pushed his head away. he fingers were still inside of her going. michelle gasped, grabbing his wrist. she was breathless! he chuckled at her reaction. "holy hell" barack groaned out as michelle sat upon him. she smirked at him, bouncing up and down. "aww honey!" michelle moaned out. "yes! miche, baby don't stop!" he moaned. they went on for 2 more hours! multiple screams and scratches!
      the next morning..... ashton knocked on his parents bedroom door. emmalin has been crying for 30 minutes straight. it's was 6 am too! "MOM! MOM!" he yelled. michelle jumped out of barack's embrace quickly, throwing a shirt on. "what? what is?" michelle opened the door. "she's been crying for the past thirty minutes!" ashton grunted. "baby?" barack rolled over in the bed. "it's nothing! she just hungry." michelle said. michelle got back in bed swaddling emmy as she nursed. "good morning princess!" barack kissed emmy's thick curly hair. emmalin was drifting off back too sleep. barack grunted getting up. "you do know that it's six in the morning right?" michelle asked him. "yeah, i do! i'm gonna pee and go workout with ashton!" he said walking in the bathroom. by the time he walked back out michelle and emmalin were fast asleep on the bed. "my beautiful girls" he slimed at them before heading out the door. "well, y'all had fun last night huh?" ashton said his father. "and what do you mean by that son?" barack asked passing him the ball. ashton smirked at his father. he was of the age were they could joke about it now! "shut it ashton! ur just trying to win!" barack laughed getting ready to play defense.
"haha dad! you don't won't none of this old man!" ashton chuckled. "keep talking son!" barack said. before barack knew it ashton drained a three in his face. "whatca got to say about that old man!" ashton said laughed. "imma kick ur ass!" barack grunted. "don't be mad pops! basketball is not ur thang anymore, politics is!" ashton joked. "you are ur mothers child!" barack shook his head laughing. "be careful! you know ur old! i can here ur kneecaps grinding" ash said. barack threw the ball at his head hard! ashton ducked quickly. "what the he~" ashton almost cursed. "say some shit like that again!" barack pointed rasing his eyebrows. ashton knew his father was serious this time😭!