From the secret records of conversations in the oval office. Further:
P-President
M-Monica
S-John Smith, presidential adviser
P. You like my tool?
M. Oh, yes, it should be portrayed on a hundred -dollar bill.
***
Bill sat in his office and felt a constant burning itch between his feet. His flesh demanded satisfaction, and he was forced to disassemble with some Arabian assault. What is the difference to bomb or not to bomb when his dick sticks out for the second day. Hillary bitch does not give reference to any problems. What problems can she have every day?
Unexpectedly, he remembered the girl, her name seemed to be Monica. Monica Practitioner. Not very beautiful, but with chubby lips and a wide ass.
A wide ass, in white dense underpants – this is Bill’s dream. Not like a thin bitch Hillary. Juicy, big ass – burying her face and screaming with happiness. Stomach, not flat, but full, spatial. Vast coal-black hair between the legs, ah…. Bill blushed from these thoughts.
Bill called Smith. Fat Smith immediately appeared. Bill began a conversation about some kind of political nonsense and, as it were, asked by the way:
-You remember this brunette, trainee?
-Monica?
-Yes, it seems Monica. Could you bring her to me, I have a couple of questions to her.
-Of course, Mr. President.
***
M-Bill, you will bomb Iraq?
P-no, of course.
Strange smoking sounds are heard.
P- oh yes, yes, yes.
***
Bill thought it was better to arrange all this. Usually, he acted simply, lured the woman to him and took off her pants in front. As a rule, they pecked on this. Either the view of Bill Huy brought them to such a state, or Bill’s power excited them, but they did what was required of them.
Monica went to Bill’s office with a joyful feeling of anticipation of a big event. She did not even assume that the event would be so big. Monica was in love with her young and beautiful president. After boring and nasty old Republicans, a real democrat playboy appeared in the White House. It was a dream of fucked generations of poor American women. For the sake of such a president, you can go to everything.
-Hello, Monica.
-Hello, Mr. President.
-For you, Bill, just Bill.
Monica blushed and a painful silence came. The atmosphere in the oval office began to thicken, as during the Caribbean crisis.
-Sit down, Monica.
-Thank you.
Monica sat in a chair, ah, it would be this chair to accept the whole sweet heaviness of female cereal!
-I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.
-Yes, sir…Bill.
-How do you feel about (Bill Minet-Hotter) to the President of the XXX.
Monica ran his tongue on his lips before answering.
-I believe that in the current situation, XXX most fully controls the situation in AAA, and is fully consistent with our interests in this region.
At this time, Bill went behind Monica’s chair, and rastied the width. He climbed into his pants, put his hand through Hillary donated to Hillary with his initials and took out his presidential.
-…The situation in AAA allows you to maintain neutrality to both us and our opponents. We are waiting for…
Monica turned around, and saw Bill Dick Dick.
– Oh, Mr. Pre….Bill, I myself.
Monica picked up a swollen member and squeezed him slightly. Oh, Bill cried out. She touched the bark with a ring.
Carefully massaging him, Monica bowed and took in her mouth. I immediately felt a sour taste. I began to suck carefully, trying to massage with this language. I touched it several times with my teeth and Bill cried out. At this time, Bill wandered through her head, shoulders and chest with his hands. Taking large breasts in his hands and clutching, he stroked Monica. Monica sold his difficult and dangerous work. Soon, Bill’s eggs were filled with weight, he straightened up, the dick jumped out and the tight stream of sperm hit the swinging member. The bulk fell on the face of Monica, she even closed her eyes at the same time, a few drops hit the dress.
-Oooooooooo
***
Bill stood in front of Hillary’s closed bedroom, and asked him to let in.
-Honey, I love you. Let me, I want you.
-Go fuck with your trainee.
-It was a mistake. Forgive me, I haven’t had a woman for several months. I… I have to masturbate in the bathroom.
-Probably jerk off on a photograph of this bitch?
-No, honey, on our photo with you, where you and I and Chelsea.
***
P-John, I haven’t had a woman for several months. I can no longer, foreign policy suffers from this.
S- How I can help, Mr. President?
P- take off your pants, John, and bend down.
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