Trump couldn’t believe his luck, if only Putin could see that his cock was down the throat of Manning whilst they discussed a drone hovering over Red Square. Sex “I’ll stop when I’m ready pal” came the retort. Five minutes later and Trump still couldn’t keep his eyes off this woman. It would be perfect. Lunch for Trump was salmon with some salad. Trump couldn’t believe his luck, if only Putin could see that his cock was down the throat of Manning whilst they discussed a drone hovering over Red Square. She strolled around like she owned the place, whacking all the girls on the back as she laughed and bullishly horsed down the canapés. “Sit down fella” Manning said “this’ll be the best BJ you’ve ever had.”
Trump fell back into his chair, wild with anticipation. He had had good head before, Catherine in Oregon, Marcia in Detroit. The anticipation had his member starting to swell. Trump called out. Trump fell back astounded but was already thinking about how he could get out of his state dinner. Ajay wanted to see him about further tax reform.
