It’s the worst thing that could ever happen, but it’s happened. America voted Trump. It’s over.”“Over?” she asked. Her eyes, distant, drif...ed to the window and up to the twinkling stars embedded in the blackness of Manhattan’s chilly November sky. “How can you say that, John? What do you mean, it’s over? I’m the winner, aren’t I? I’m the president-elect, aren’t I? What are you talking about?” Her eyes, teary, reflected her sinking spirit.The matter-of-fact Podesta, shaking his head, reiterated. With her hot mouth, swirling tongue and spit-smooth motion it's a wonder I didn't cum in the first few seconds.While her mouth was on my cock her hand started gently massaging my balls. No sooner had I gotten used to her fingers tickling my sack she slid them down to my ass. At first she just teased the outside of my hole but in no time I felt her slip a finger in to the first knuckle. The moan that escaped my lips told her how much I enjoyed that so I felt her saliva lubricated finger push. There must have been about a thousand people here. after we had taken are seat the game was aready ongoing. out of nowhere brit shouts "there dean" pointing to the this hunky 6 foot blue eyes black haired guy to play it cool i said "yeah he's okay i guess" i was more intrested in looking at harvey's bubble butt. suddenly some woman came and sat next to me it was harveys mom she said "hi leon" "hey" after 20 minutes of the match i was getting bord so i told brit i was going to have a ciggarette. Vivienne looked at his dick. She took the cock into her hand, put it closer to her and lay on her back. Her head was hanging down from the bed.She took the dick into her mouth. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the head and Vivienne licked it off. She started sucking the dick. The guy half-rose, leaning against the edge of the bed. Vivienne tore herself away from the cock and said:“John, don’t remain idle, lick my pussy, honey…”She raised her legs to her head and was going to fall down from the bed.