What could be more American than this?
Renowned daddy dom Joe Biden bit into Proud Boy Trump’s juicy ass like a hamburger while Trump literally bit into a mcdonalds hamburger, the orange sub kneeling on the toilet in a mcdonald’s restroom while his daddy fondled the mount rushmore of cake that belonged to him.
“Feeling the Bernie burn, Proud Boy?” purred Joe Biden. “Stand back, let me stand behind your clown ass.”
“Mmmhhmm soo tasty, I love you so much daddy,” murmured Trump, juice dribbling down his chin and blood pouring down his succulent butt cheek like extra ketchup. “Thank you for taking my putrid body to McDonalds after I acted like cancer during our debate-San…”
Biden dragged his tongue across the dripping skin like he was sucking sauce off his burger paper. “How do you fit this dumptruck ass in the oval office every day?”
Trump couldn’t retain his wanton moans. “Ahh!! I- I lied on my physical exams, daddy!! And now I have the coronavirus!”
His flabby, wrinkly cheeks jiggled with every aggressive shake of Biden’s yaoi hands.
A smirk played on Biden’s invisible lips. “So, my Proud Boy…” he leaned in towards Trump’s ear and whispered low, “what’s 239 pounds?”
A colossal hand rained down on Trump’s sore ass, spanking the life out of him as his cries reverbarated throughout the stall, “my delicious ass! This luscious ass is 239 pounds and all yours, daddy Biden!”
Biden licked his lips, plunging his wet tongue into Trump’s yearning, puckered hole.
Biden really couldn’t get a word in with how vocal Trump was being that night.
His Proud Boy’s head was empty, filled with nothing but floaty bursts of pleasure as Biden’s skillful tongue destroyed his insides.
Trump’s burger, long tucked away in his belly, sloshed every time Trump’s slutty body threw it back into Biden’s eager, awaiting hands.
And then, for some god awful fucking reason, in all his raddish ass looking greatness, Vladimir Putin, dressed handsomely in his best suit, hair combed immaculately across the expansive plateau of his balding head, and a cigarette between his lips emerged from the watery cavern of the toilet.
The dictator sucked in the last of his cigarette, before spitting it out in favor of something far more addicting.
“Putin-san, noOO!!” Trump wailed. “My pretend Covid-19 hurts!”
The stimulation on his bussy and tits was far too intense for one man to handle.
He hadn’t felt this much pleasure since qualifying for the senior discount at Carl’s Jr!
His wanton moans had surely reached the cashier Demetri and customers outside the bathroom, and maybe even their buddies back at the retirement home. “I’m cum- I’M CUMMING!! DADDY JOE!! VLADIIIDADDII- AAAAHHHH!!!! IM LOSING THE ELCTION UGHHHHH”
Trump’s tiny hands gripped Putin’s shoulders as his cocklet exploded with the most fertile, splendid, huge seed on the fucking planet.
His come splattered onto Vlad’s face, and with a soft smile, wave, and a flush, Vladi-daddi was flushed back to Russia.
Joe wrapped his seme hand around his running opponents flaccid dick, “I’m gonna destroy you in this election, my Proud Boy.”
Trump slumped onto the bathroom floor, rolling over to pin down his daddy. “As long as you destroy my ass every time.”
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