Return of the Trumpwife

Waking Up in the White House

January 21st
The White House, Washington D.C.

Jeananne Trump awoke to her husband lightly sucking on her neck, gripping her lovingly.
          "Donald?" Jeananne said wearily.
          "You're delicious," Donald whispered in her ear.
          "Babe, I'm too tired," said Jean, wriggling a bit to discourage Donald.
          "Come on, sweetheart," he said, "I'm the president now."
          Jeananne opened her eyes. Through her blurry vision, she discerned the time on the nearby alarm clock; 6:07 a.m. When her delirium subsided, it occurred to her that she'd awoken as the First Lady of the United States and that she was sharing a bed with the new president. The very thought of lying with the man charged with the highest office in the land made her womanhood tingle. Though Donald was a powerful man even prior to obtaining his fresh presidential status, her pride in her mate exceeded what she could withstand in a normal manner. She rolled over and cuddled lovingly with Donald in his nakedness under the covers, gripping his broad shoulders. She shivered with delight as he ran his hands up and down her curves.
          "Do me, Donald," Jeananne begged.

He rested on his thick haunches in between her open legs, feasting his eyes on her exposed pussy that was leaking onto the clean, white sheets. His rock-solid member throbbed with anticipation.
          "Beautiful," Donald said.
          He gripped her hips with his powerful hands and entered her without warning while she lay with her head tilted back. She winced, but her pain lasted only a few seconds. When he felt that her depths were well-adjusted to the girth of his phallus, he went deeper. Jeananne moaned with delight. He drew back and plunged himself into her, drawing another moan from Jeananne's parted lips.
          With a heavy thrust, he managed to sink nearly his entire length into her.
Jeananne gasped and winced, seizing the bedsheets to lessen the pain.
          He began to thrust himself into her quicker and harder. The young woman trembled at the blissful pressure that built within her. Her lover's cock was at its maximum thickness and was ready to burst, and Jeananne's tightness milked it eagerly for the climax.
          "Fuck," Donald hissed. Then, it happened. His Trump Tower™ surged thick streams of his billion-dollar seed into her body. The young woman convulsed with delight, pumping her thighs to bring more cum into her.

Donald drew back. Jeananne sighed blissfully as his limp cock slipped out of her. A thick, cloudy mixture of her juice and his cream streamed down her crack and onto the sheets. Donald rolled into his back, lying with his arms crossed behind his head, grinning at the ceiling with satisfaction.
"I'm going to sign a few executive orders today," Donald said.
Jean looked over at him and took note of his sweaty body and messy combover.
          "You need a shower before you sign any executive orders, Don," she said.
          "Only if you shower with me," he said, grinning at her coquettishly.