This whole book is goinf to be one big mess ok lmao great such excite ! just read and regret ok
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Donald Trump was outraged, at the least. His face was slick with greasy orange slime. "I've supported them so much! I support them in finally taking their country back and this is how they repay me?" Donalds strong voice boomed. "They try to get me banned from their stupid tea drinking island and then they decide to not ban me incase I become president" Donald rages further, his eyes squinting so much that they're the size of an ant. "Of course I'm going to be president. It makes sense that the only country that can think properly is America." Donald, the part time professional scientist, concludes his intelligent theory.
Melania was quiet for a moment, as she could only daydream of Michelle Obama, and sharing more than just the 'same values' with her.
"The englands are haters." she concluded, talking shit with her lego brick collabing with crayola drawn eyebrows pulling downwards into a frown. "Women have no place talking to a man of extreme beauty such as myself. Also Melania you're botox obviously isn't effective enough. You need to go back and get it redone." Donald stated, his chiseled features drawn into a state of disgust. He never needed any surgery as he was a god among men. If you werent aware, which would be surprising considering his astounding beauty, he was a part time model. He worked with big companies like vogue who were awed into silence over his thick chunky eyebrows that could rival the stinky british spoon cara delevingne. People were amazed by his sharp jawline that one could easily slit their throat or wrists on. ( many before had rip smol beans you will be missed ):: ) Perhaps they were shocked by the immaculate condition of his natural pale strands of silk that rested on his head? Or was it his luscious pouty rose petal pink lips ? That must be it Donald concluded, absorbed in his god like appearance. This time Melania wasnt paying him any attention, for she daydreamt of one she found more beautiful than Donald, Michelle. She dreamt of her sliding stacks of money into Melania's panties while reciting the speech that Melania stole from her. Melania loved money, she had a fetish for it. It was her favourite pleasure in the world (apart from Michelle). Donalds expression twisted from self love and contempt to cool and collected. He watched Melania's expression twist in pleasure still not breaking from her erotic day dream. He knew what had to be done.
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Donald arrived back to the living room where Melania was panting like a bitch in heat from her daydreams. "Showing her true colours." he murmered to himself not giving a black lives matter whether she heard him or not. He dragged his stiff old man legs (skips leg day rip donald ): 1 vote = 1 cry) behind Melania and shoved money down her throat. She woke from her daydream to moan in ecstasy, the smell of dollars filling her nostrils. Donald proceeded to choke her with money and she couldn't get enough. She was thirsty and would swallow every drop of money that she could get. She stuck her tongue out long, like a giraffes and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. Her expressions became more and more pleased. But Donald would not allow her to cum, that was her punishment for talking back. She became more aroused as he fingered her belly button with short sharp strokes. Her wheezing was getting louder by the second as she found it hard to breathe through the intense pleasure she recieved. Her face twitched and she was moments away from coming. Donald then mushed her face and yanked her hair. Melanias scalp burned and she fought the urge to cry. "Yeet bitch." Donald crooned into her ear. Melania released the tears that threatened to fall and sobbed out loud at that statement, overwhelmed by how sadistic Donald was. "Donald it's been 12 years!" she whimpered, fanning the tears that raced down her face and ruined her expensive foundation. Donald shrugged his shoulders uncaringly and cocked his head at her, "Start scrubbing the floor your toxic tears have made it polluted." (Donald is a part time scientist he knows what he's talking about ok). He strutted out of the room like Beyoncè, his weak ankles, by some miracle, managing to hold his body and allow him to waltz out of the room with a cold smirk on his face.
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Donalds Desires ( Donald Trump x Boris Johnson )
Romance"who are you?" ... "I'm you but stronger."
