I jerk my jonkey to the thought of Trump’s floppy nutsack on a bi-hourly basis. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe I have so much self control. At my peak, I literally couldn’t go 3 minutes without thinking of his delicious soggy biscuit. There was a time where my record for how long I went without destroying my cock to the thought of his long, tender manmilk vessels was 2 minutes and 34 seconds. Oh fuck it, I give up trying to hold back. I won’t lie either, I’ve cummed 23 times as I was writing this. I’ve given up on trying to clean up, as I just end up causing more of a mess. Right now, I currently have a massive mound of dried up cum right between my legs. I never get up anymore, the food from the roaches attempting to get to my cum and when water from when it rains and cracks though the ceiling is enough to keep me sustained and cumming. Oy vey, there goes another one. My balls look like dried up raisins and my dick looks like beef jerky from the sheer amount of times I have ejaculated. God I just can’t stop thinking about his juicy semen cartridges inside his delectably wrinkly orb between his thighs. I haven’t shit or pissed in nearly 3 years (Trump’s election), as all the energy my body has goes to breathing, thinking about his yummy penis boobs, masturbating, and cumming buckets. Am I making you uncomfortable? Too fucking bad, kid. Literally every other thought in my head is about his naughty coin purse. Ive had women and men try and save me, but I reply with cumming all over them, which usually makes them run away. Did you know I can cum on demand? That’s right, as even a single thought about his yummy gummy spunk bunkster makes me ejaculate INSTANTLY. Although it’s kind of redundant, as I cum pretty much every moment as his hoonganoongas fill my thoughts almost entirely. Did you know during the writing of this, the size of the mound of cum I previously mentioned has nearly doubled in size? I periodically have to push it aside and create a new one. My room is completely covered in dried mounds of cum. Anyway, toodle-oo! Have a nice day filled with thoughts of Trump’s delicious meat bags! I know I will!