Donald Trump X Reporter

The peen

Reporter POV:

            I sit in the clown car with knots in my stomach for my oncoming duty. I am headed to my local Burger King to interview the one and only Donald trump. This is actually the first person I have ever interviewed and I've been working as a reporter since birth. I pulled up to the old and run down Burger King where I see him. Donald rump. My hands are shaking as I held my notebook tightly in my hands. I walked through the doors and an overwhelming scent of manure and money that could only belong to one man filled my nose with pleasure. I walked over with sweaty palms, determined to make it to him without fainting.

            After what seemed like hours I finally was standing in front of him. Some other reporters were also surrounding him as he was about to make a speech. He stood up from his seat and climbed onto the table. As he climbed the table I saw his rolls and rolls of fat on his stomach. I'm not gonna lie it kinda turned me on. He unwrapped his Big Mac that was hiding in his belly rolls. He inhaled the entire burger and I saw it snake down his throat. I thought to myself, that was kind of hot, the second after I thought this he snapped his neck 369 degrees and met my gaze. His eyes held a passion that I didn't know could exist in a mere male. His snake tongue flicked out and caressed my forehead gently. If I hadn't passed out by now I was sure I would in a few seconds.

            After his speech about his border wall being made out of bedrock so no miners can mine it, he slithered up to me. I was shaking. Was he going to hurt me? Maybe talk to me about how to grab them by the puss? He interrupted my thoughts as he stood in front of me and stared into my soul with his almost dead looking eyes. I looked him up and down and I noticed that he had a third pant leg. I decided to speak up.

           I said with a shaky voice, "S-sir. W-w-what's in that third pant leg? I-is it a stick?"

           He cocked his head 420 degrees to the side and said in a loud voice, "WRONG".

            Within an instant he ripped off his pants and revealed his floor length dong. My eyes widened as I stared at his worth. It was as if I was entranced by his ween. Almost as if it could tell what I was thinking it started to move. It resembled the trunk of an elephant as it lifted off the ground and met my gaze. It was a strange feeling because somewhere within me, I could feel my 2 inch ween harden instantly. The trunk removed my pants gently and curled around me peen. The minute it touched me I came.

              While I continuously came I found Donald's gaze. He looked at me with a sort of hunger in his eyes as he inhaled another Big Mac and proceeded to entangle his snake tongue with mine from the 5 feet away he was standing from me. It was pure ecstasy. When I though no more cum could possibly be in me he removed his tongue from my mouth and placed it on my 2 inch ween. At the same time his trunk unraveled from my peen and shoved its was into my mouth. I was being pleasured and pleasuring Donald at the same time. I had never imagined in my entire life that this would happen to me.

               I sucked the trunk dry and Donald grunted in pleasure. I was spent. Both his trunk and tongue retracted back into their original place and he duct taped his pants back together and leaving me with the parting words...
              
              "Bush did 911".

             And those words were the last I heard before dying of happiness.