You Think You Just Fell Out Of A Coconut Tree? (Kamala x Melania Trump)

Love At First Fall

It was the night when Joe Biden elected Kamala Harris as the new candidate for the presidency of Murica. Everyone wanted to kill themselves.

Doland Trump was laying over his stomach on the pink-coated mattress of his Sofia The 1st themed tent. He was writing something in his diary while moving his feet in the air.

"Doland babu, are you in there?" A voice had called from outside the tent, and Doland panicked as he did not want anyone to read who he writes about, mostly fantasizes about.

"Go away, Melania!" Trump yelled gayly from his tent. Melania pouted her oversized lips and walked away crying. Trump sighed and kissed the polaroid picture in his notebook...

It was a picture of Joe Biden on a bike, wearing a leather jacket on top of his white vest, and beside him, Trump was sitting on the bike and kissing his fish-boned cheeks.

A teardrop from Trump's eyes fell on the picture as he whispered him to himself quietly...

"I miss you, my sigma bazinga male."

Meanwhile, Melania...

Melania kept on running away from Murica and her feet had started to hurt. How could Trump have the audacity to talk to her like that?

She kept on running until she reached an island. And yes, she can walk on water.

The island was aesthetic and Outer Banks coded so she loved it. But she was very hungry, she could feel Ice Spice twerking in her stomach. So, she searched for good food.

Melania then saw a big, long, hard, nutty...

Coconut Tree.

She decided to climb that delicious tree and successfully sat on its thick barks. Yes, she was very gymnastic.

She busted open and drank about 15 coconut water. Her stomach was filled and she was satisfied. Even Trump could never satisfy her like the coconut tree did.

But suddenly, as she was trying to get down from the massive tree, she fell to the ground. Her head was making noises like "dundundundundun"

"You think you just fell out of a Coconut Tree?" A woman's voice said as she started to laugh too.

Melania was offended and looked at the woman as she got up. The woman looked unbothered as ever.

Soon, her heart started to beat (and something down there too). She saw Kamala Harris, the most masculine woman she ever knew.

Melania's heart craved for her hunky arms to hold her, love her, choke her (yes, she is disgustingly cunty).

"What do you want from me?" Melania screeched cutely as she put her hands on her hips.

"I don't know, but it's not your botched nose for sure." Kamala replied which made Melania silent.

"You are so mean to meee, my face is literally a work of art." Melania replied.

"You are kidding me, your face is like a puzzle of mismatched parts. The plastic surgeon must have raided a dumpster and slapped it on your face." Kamala said with a taunting tone.

Melania was again silenced and she ran away from Kamala. Her heart was broken and so were her hips from the coconut tree fall.