Donald Trump x Reader mngh

orange boo

you watched him sit in that run down disgusting rolling office chair and struggle to scoot up closer to his laptop because his fatass was fat. when his plump ass hit the cushions that air sound escaped from up under the secretes of death. he squinted his already squinted eyes and scrolled through his feed, most likely adding some dumb shit on his twitter mngh fuck. the way those crusty fat sausage fingers graze over those keys. he knew you liked it. you liked it.

you liked it.

see that was the thing.

what would others think about this secret disgusting relationship you SLUT? YOU HOE.

but anyways

ngh..

he glanced over at you and that nasty squinted eye cheeky grin combo was flashed at you.

"I couldn't help but feel those eyes scanning my ass. Let me get up and bend down for you, shweety. mmngh."

Unfortunately the albino cheeto got up and that ass smell followed his movements and the seat was a little burnt and steamy, it smoked too. it smoked. mnngh..w-what a man..

"that seat is all hot and shteamy jusht for you. daddy warmed it up. now take a seat and allow me to" he thrusted "work" he thrusted closer and shoved you in that seat "MAGIC" 

TTTTTSSS...

The seat was burning your ass skin through the fabric, through those neon slut pink booty shorts. damn. he had a acid ass. 

but mngh you liked that pain. he gave you a choppy lap dance and it looked like a plastic bag elegantly blowing in the wind (stormy weather wind so really it was aggressive and it jiggled)

fuck b.. he was burning you. he was burning you..in his office, in his sanctuary..

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