The Trump and I

The Trump and I

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It was midnight. Outside, the full moon gleamed, its gentle light turning the river into molten silver. Scooping up the shimmering liquid between my two cupped palms, I envisioned my love: his delicate, wispy, blonde hair perched on top of his lightly sun-kissed skin, his large hands and even huger fingers, and his melodic voice, a choir of rats sent from heaven. Then, swallowing the water in one huge gulp, I sealed my wish. "I want Donald Trump to love me." ---------------------- Poor country bumpkin John Doe has never yearned for much in his life, preferring to live his life peacefully farming and coexisting with the forest and its inhabitants. But when his 90s television suddenly switches on in the middle of a thunderstorm, his attention is drawn by the muscular man on screen. How will John deal with his newfound love? Will he manage to play his Trump card? Or will it end in more disaster and Trumpiness?
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"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

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