Megyn Gets Trumped

You've seen the replay by now. That primetime moment where Trump and Megyn Kelly squared off while the whole country watched. Tonight's a different scene though, nowhere near the lights or the network feed. She's waiting in the green room like she's going to finish the fight. Perfect ponytail, pissed-off stance, crossed arms trying to look serious. But look closer and she's already trembling, heels planted like she's bracing herself. Because the doors swing open and it's not just Trump. Two big black guys stroll in behind him, dicks swinging, already hard, heavy and ready to break her open. Megyn tries the same tone she used on air. "This isn't happening," she says. But Trump's already circling her, hands sliding where the cameras never went. Two wide palms flatten her against the couch, yanking her tiny dress up, thong stretched aside like it's nothing. Before she can spit another word, her mouth is full of hot, thick cock, balls pressed to her chin while the second one drives in from behind, slick and deep, no mercy in the angle. Every thrust forces a grunt past her lips, drool dripping down that Botoxed jaw. One of them fists her hair and slams her face forward till her nose presses into the root while his buddy stretches her pussy wider, wet, each slap announcing exactly who runs the room now. She tries to talk but she just gags, spit pouring down her chin, mascara running as Donald leans in smirking, thumb tracing the outline of cock through her throat. By the time the second bull shoves the head of his cock against her tight pink asshole and forces past the ring, there's nothing left but noise. She's shaking between them now, dress twisted at her waist, tits hanging out, soaking two massive rods while Trump keeps count out loud. "See? Like I told you. Girls just work better on their knees." Later, when they’re done, you’ll know the real winner, she’ll walk out with cum leaking down her thighs, eyes glazed over, entirely out of arguments.