Dear god I want Obama to forcibly shove my friends into his huge white van one by one. Then put them in his fucking old man shitting chamber. I want it to smell of his feces in there, the stench itself keeping the room at a steamy level. I want him to rip off his suit, his hot muscle visibly bulging as he grabs a hold of the clothing. I want him to tie everyone down, the ropes tight enough to bruise the skin, exposing only their natural orifices. I want to to squat on them and have his warm shit flow from his ass. One at a time I want his asshole to stretch around his shit into everyone's open and compliant mouth. I want him to push loads of chunky, love-filled diarrhea into their noses and eyes. I want them to feel the heat of his shit behind their eyes. Feel the juicy flavor of it in their head, up their nostrils. I want them to exchange their shits. I want their asses to bleed as they stretch around the chunks of each other's shit. I want them to eat the shit out of each other's ass and push it into someone else's mouth, shoving the mushy substance between their teeth and past their lips using their tongue. I want him to spill his man jelly into their eyes as he shits chunks of corn, hair and meat chunks. Watts of energy would be generated by the friction of the shit leaving Obama's asshole.
