He plants a kiss on my cheek.
I gasp, and jump up and down before returning it.
"Do you want to come on an adventure with me and pussy?!" I ask, barely containing my excitement. Donald.. here! In my backgarden!!
But once, my Mum and Dad sat me down for a talk.
"Now, Dora. Don't you know that you can't exactly be with an adult until your 18?" my Mum warns.
"It's called pedophilia." My Dad buts in.
"NICE RON."
"She needs to know! What- I'm not allowed to teach her the dangers of-"
"Fxck that, you cxnt." She responds. Oh no! My mother... swearing! This meant that this was a serious issue.
Not like I'm going to listen to pxssy faces anyway.
"I would love to." Donald says, straightening up. My smile is so wide, I'm scared it will spilt my face into two.. then I'd be fxcking embarrassed in front of him! We can't have that...
"Then wake up Boots with me." I reply, trying to act cool about it. I point to the kitchen, where Boots' bed is. "He's in there."
My boy hesitates, and eventually takes lOnG sTrIdEs tOwRdS the kItChEn. Opening the door, he spots the poo-poo-head, and I run after him.
He leans down, and I (A/N: wait for it..) got a good, nice view of his bum-bum.
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Dora x Trump
ChickLitThe official ship name is Dorump. Don't curse me for doing this. WARNING NO LOGIC WHATSOEVER Goodbye now :) Also this has mature language, if you don't want to read that.
