It has been a few months since the Trump-Bread incident, and I was flying to Palm Beach, Florida. Coincidentally, where Bread lived... I didn't mind though, the chances of coming across him somehow were extremely unlikely.
He lived in high class, while alas, I live in your average New York apartment. It was no big deal, honestly, but the thought of me meeting up with him again just made me feel good inside...ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏɴɢ ᴋᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴜʟʟꜱʜɪᴛ(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)ง(ง •̀_•́)งꜱqᴜᴀʀᴇ ᴜᴩ ɴɪɢɢᴀ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ yᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴋᴜɴɢ ꜰᴏᴏ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏɴɢ ᴋᴏɴɢ(◕‿◕✿)(◕‿◕✿)✿*∗˵╰༼✪ᗜ✪༽╯˵∗*✿✿*∗˵╰༼✪ᗜ✪༽╯˵∗*✿✿*∗˵╰༼✪ᗜ✪༽╯˵∗*✿✿*∗˵╰༼✪ᗜ✪༽╯˵∗*✿ʜᴇʟʟ yᴇᴀʜ ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴜɴ=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰɪɴɴᴀ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜꜱᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱ ᴜᴩ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɪʟᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏᴏʟ. ꜰɪɴɴᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴏᴏʟ.
Ahem...anyways, my plane was going to pick me up at 8:00 a.m...it's currently 7:00 a.m, so I had time. I grabbed my suitcase and walk to my seat to wait.
As I sit down, I look at the people walking by. There were all types of people. Crowds of them. Well, that's what I get for leaving to catch a plane this late in the day. As the crowds of people walk by, I notice a familiar figure.
The figure heads over to my seat and sits down next to me.
"Sup nigga bitch..." He mutters into my ear, as his gluten filled hands run up my thigh.
"Let's take this somewhere else..."
We rush into the nearest bathroom we find and ran into a stall. Right then and there Bread Trump, smashed his lips onto mine, a battle for dominance. Bread lifts me up, as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding into him.
He takes off my pants and whips out his dick as fast as he would for Harambe.
He smirks at me as I whisper
"Deport me daddy."
