Make America Erotic Again - A Donald Trump Love Story
A sample from chapter 830
I was in bed, sleeping on my side. Resting from the passionate night I had with the rightful President of the United States. Donald held me in his strong, beautiful arms as he whispered in my ear "Meatball Ron said he's running for President." I laughed as I woke up, "Meatball Ron, based on his skinny legs, I doubt he's run for anything in his laugh." Donald laughed as his face had a handsome smile form. Donald with his large hands, stroked my face. I knew it was his way of saying he loved me. I began to kiss his hand. His other hand placed on my leg, stroking and getting closer and closer. The tease made me feel almost as hard as I was the night before. Then his grip, his big strong hand giving me a bigly time. I knew my failed loser ex-wife divorcing me and taking the house, cars, my retirement accounts, and the kids was the best thing that could ever happened to me as I could now devote all of myself to Donald Trump. I stopped kissing his hand stroking my face and moved to his chest. Going lower and lower until I reached Donald's "Washington Monument" to worship it with my face. He honored my with his hands on my head, encouraging me to go to the base. His seed sprayed into my mouth as yelled "Do it for daddy Ivanka!" for some reason. I know being trans makes someone a groomer, but in that moment I wish I had been born a REAL BIOLOGICAL WOMAN so that I could give Donald more children. But sadly I must allow his beautiful wife Melania to do that. "Thank you Donald, you fulfill me in ways no other could" is what I said when what I really wanted to say was "Lets go Brandon."