The wind blew harshly, the air cold and crisp. April shivered in her place on the bench under the cherry blossom trees while holding her arms on her voluminous chest. Her gray eyes settled on one particular figure from the crowd. Trump-senpai. His beautiful bleached blonde comb-over fluttered in the wind as it showed his bright orange, sexy bald spot. His chapped lips curled upwards in a flirtatious way like a dying gila lizard in heat, and his bright oompa loompa skin made her shiver with delight. Her shivering increased, becoming solely a shiver of pleasure. Just imagining those dried pruney lips against her naked skin made her happy.

Happily, she rubbed her legs together in a sexual way, which rustled her short, japanese school girl blue plaid skirt, and exposing her wet panties briefly. His long stride made his black tight suit rub together, making an irresistible sound. And his voice. Oh my god, his voice was pure ice cream with melted butter on top to her ears. Like the melody of a siren that continuously whispered her name. She moved in her place again thinking about it. “He will notice me.” She slowly breathed out while biting her lip, “someday I will have my senpai.”

Trump practically glowed orange in the winter sun. It made her moister. It made her loins ignite with the power of a thousand suns--round and fiery like Trump’s buttock. His toned, sculpted abs pressed against his shirt, which said ‘THIS WILL BE THE WALL SOMEDAY’. His black dress shoes clacked against the red bricked school streets, until he stopped in front of the white fountain in the middle of the courtyard. His eyes lingered on the water's dripping surface until he contorted his orange face. He then lifted his arm then pointed at the fountain and said, “Mexicans built that, didn’t they!!!” In his loud, deep, sexy voice, the sound booming across the courtyard. April’s eyes widen with lust as her bento box fell off the bench and onto the ground. Her legs shook and her hands trembled as she bit her lip and tried to calm her loud heart beat.

Trump looked over, hearing the clatter of the bento box fall to the ground, and began to blush. He had never seen such a kawaii girl before at his school. His movements stopped, and April looked up at him through her soft, wavy, pink dyed hair and gasped. She was quick to bend over and grabbed her bento box before scurrying off, totally unaware that Trump was watching her fleeting figure and her white laced sexy panties.

She ran farther than expected, pass the gently swaying cherry blossom trees, pass her classmates, and pass the track. The students exchanged odd looks with one another thinking how odd it was for a girl from Otaku Girl High school to be on the Natzi’s Children Highschool grounds. She breathed heavily and blushed at the thought of Trump actually looking at her. And she smiled, her pace slowed to a stop once she reached the Gym’s Equipment room and opened the door to let herself in. After stepping into the dark, cluttered room, she slowly closed the door behind her, not noticing the bright orange figure behind her. She took hesitant steps while holding her bento box to her pointy nipples. That was when it happened.

A hand reached out to her right shoulder and pushed her against the wall. She tripped slightly on some of the equipment, and made a gasp of fright. Trump stood in the doorway, smiling seductively. Her eyes widen, with fear, and lust. He began leaning closer, and closer, making her heart beat race and her cheeks flush red. He kept leaning until he closed his eyes, and connected his dry pruney lips with hers, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She moaned as he tried to stick his tongue down her throat, but she didn’t let him.

Until he slowly roamed his wrinkled hands downwards, making her open her mouth wide, granting him access. His snake like tongue tasted like prunes as it danced with April’s smaller one. They fought for dominance in her mouth as saliva beaded down their throats. His hands roamed downward again, finally playing with the strings of her short plaid skirt. He pulled downward and began undressing her. She lifted her legs up and slowly slipped out of her shirt while Trump reached for her shirt. Their tongues and lips stayed interlocked with each other while she rose her arms above her head, and let him slide off her white see through blouse.

Her only clothing and protection left was her laced white bra and thong. Her arms swerved around him until she supported herself by wrapping her arms around his many neck folds. He then let go of her waist and started undressing himself, starting with his XXXXL pants. It make a loud ‘THUMP’ on the ground because how heavy and large it was. It wasn’t the only large thing. His white boxers were stretched to the point of breaking. Because of his throbbing and quaking mountains standing in a forest of dark curly hair. April gulped at the sight. Trump then took a step back and disconnected their lips which left a string of saliva between their mouths. April whimpered, wanting more than just that brief moment. “M-more…” She begged, her lips trembling. “P-please…”

The mutated oompa loompa that had escaped from Willy Wonka’s sweatshop stared at the smaller, pure, innocent, ( extremely thirsty and horny ), virgin creature. He felt a pain. Of lust… And almost anger. He suddenly growled, thrusting his body forward harshly and viciously at April and she cried out in horror but… was really ready for the ‘teddy’. Her hands reached out for his cheeks as their breathing quickened, and then her hands traveled to his squishy, soft, hairy, orange man-tits. Tracing his hardening manly tender nipples with her tongue. The failing “president” whimpered in excitement.

“MORE, YOU STUPID MONTH YOU…” He groaned, feeling his man-milk rushing to the tips of every erecting limb on his body. She then started twirling his nipples more and more as she moaned and started moving his body more against her bare one. “Faster!” He moaned, and she complied. Faster and faster -and hornier- until milk droplets fell from the red sensitive nips. The nipples were collapsing. She then roamed down and slid her back down the cement wall till she was leveled with his hips. There was soon a chorus of holy grunts and screams and moans.

She then used her teeth to slowly pull off his underwear to unleash ‘Spike the Extremely Moist and Hairy Dragon’ and suddenly it acted like a slingshot, shooting the underwear violently at her feet as the massive rolls parted to reveal his genitalia. April was shocked to see the tiny white bugs crawling around quickly in the tangled and sweaty mop of greasy, blonde flora that curled up the massive fruit tree, bearing the finest, reddest most painful “bite to eat.” Donald acted quickly like an alerted animal, lunging at her breasts. He tore off her bra violently and suddenly came onto her revealed panties until they were so moist and wet they fell apart so he had nothing to block him from satisfactory buttsex with a high school student.

He giggled deeply and seductively as he forced her onto a table in the room, spreading her legs apart so quickly she was nearly torn in half from the dungeon-lids upwards. Her tender thighs burned with delight as they anticipated the touch of the trumpet, and that trumpet was about to play some music in her dungeonl cavities. Finally, Trump spread his majestic leg flaps so gently and slightly, however it was just enough to let his ball-sack and quivering bulge be able to flap around freely. “DO IT.” First, the quivering bulge’s tip gently glazed the sides of the entrance, teasing her before suddenly he slipped and then, the dragon finally entered into the dungeon. Hot and ready.

“OHHH TRUMP~” She moaned.

A soft slapping sound could be heard as he began to thrust inside of her. “AHHHHHHH!” She screamed in agony and delight, digging her nails into Trump’s neck roles, before she began to quiver in delight. Her eyes fluttered in delight as he began to go faster and faster and harder. Making a delightful sound that sounded like an ASMR of children playing with PlayDoh. Her breathing got harder and harder as she grabbed on his hair. But sadly, his dead hair ripped out of his head, so she fell back down on the table while the quivering bulge was still inside of her, snapping it slightly. Her boobs jiggled. Her mind started to go blank.

She just couldn’t believe that Trump-senpai was finally having sex with her. She dreamt it and made pictures and stories about it, but she never believed she would actually experience his monstrous ‘dragon’. She held onto his wrists that were next the her as he bit his chapped lip. “Give me your baby juices!” She yelled as she widened her birthing hips. “I want to birth your children! Get it deep!” He nodded heartily as he continued to go rougher. “I will leave a *****-imprint in your birthing canal! And only my member would be able to enter! It’ll be my mark!” He yelled back.

And finally, there on the spot. They made it. Both screamed with enjoyment as she was filled and he was released. Their bodies were covered in sweat and their faces held seductive smiles, he slowly lowered his body on top of hers, as they both slowly drifted asleep side by side, naked and satisfied.