Cumming Up Trumps part 2

Those lazy summers were what Manning lived for full of cricket, booze, sex, friends especially the Lads. She loved being at University, she had a good group of friends but nothing beat fucking Cooky behind the pavilion, that was about bant for her. This was now a distant memory she had done a lot in the last few years to get herself to this point and now she had just had her huge cock sucked by the most powerful man in the world. She could have whatever she wanted, as her mind wandered back to the cabin. Trump had tidied himself up and was once again looking pristine in his designer suit. He had poured him self a large glass of what looked like scotch and was about to light a cigar. “How did you like that big lad?” Queried Manning with a voice of authority like she knew how much Trump had enjoyed it. “Alexei, I’ve done everything in my time, I’ve snorted cocaine off hookers tits, drunk champagne poured from a bottle inserted into a girls vagina, fucked more girls than you can ever imagine. But nothing compares to what I have just experienced with you!” Trump said with an innocence. “Thought so, told you it would be the best you’d ever had, runs in the family see. My sister once sucked off O’Brien, he told everyone it was the best BJ he’d ever had, without question. He hunted around for years afterwards but never found anything that compared. Let that be a lesson for you.” Trump was puzzled by the story, which lacked any context, but he allowed Manning her moment as he was becoming more and more fascinated by the specimen in his midst.