Smut, as Written by Donald Trump

A lot of people come up to me and ask about Matthew and Alicia. And I say to them, listen, it really is amazing that Matthew had a recurring fantasy of other men fucking his wife, because I know Matthew, and he was a really great guy, and he sat with his head in his hands, okay? And then the doorbell rang—make no mistake at all—the doorbell rang at 1 am. Really loudly. It really was very loud.

Matthew opened the door and—it was the most incredible and special door, seriously, and Matthew found that asshole standing there and he wanted to see Alicia. And Matthew couldn’t wait to smash that guy in the face. But he paused for a minute. The best minute, make no mistake.

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That bozo said, he said, “I need to see her Matthew,” he said—he really did, “I’m asking you to do me this one favour.” And it was the most incredible favour, let me tell you. It wasn’t hard. It wasn’t complicated. It was nothing. It was the greatest.

Most incredibly, because to me this is unbelievable, Matthew decided to let this asshole unleash his inner beast on her. And it really was a great inner beast. Let me tell you what Matthew did. He showed that bozo to the bedroom. And the bedroom wasn’t dark. It wasn’t light. It was a beautiful thing.

You would really, if you knew Matthew like I do, you would know it really is quite amazing how he got off his lazy butt and he wrapped his arms around Alicia. They were the best arms. They were great—and you really cannot argue about that because suddenly Alicia leant over him and pulled the belt of her robe loose, make no mistake. That’s what she did, and her breasts were inches away now, and let me tell you something. Alicia couldn’t wait for the asshole to explode inside her, his cum—it was incredible cum seriously, his cum filling her. I let cum explode in me every day because I have a lot of money for whores and I know this cum was incredible.

I have the greatest, the best information about how Matthew watched that bozo lay on the bed, he did and let me just tell you something. Take a look—just look at what’s going on. Matthew had never been this close to a cock before, but he didn’t back down because he really had the best cock. I make decisions every day about which cocks are the best cocks, and that asshole seriously had the best cock. And it was swaying like an entity all of its own and it twitched, and of course, I love cocks. They’re the best, you know?

And then the smell of sex and cum and amyl nitrites was by far the strongest smell of sex and cum and amyl nitrites ever. It really was. It was a beautiful thing even by my standards, you know? If you look at the facts, the truth is, the central issue is that cock was honestly nine inches. It could have been 10 inches. It could have been 11 inches, I have no idea. I have no idea what the number is, but it was a great cock. Hard to believe. Hard to believe.

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