Davey Finally Displays His Manhood.

"M-Mark, … p p plea … ugh —“ Taylor's words were cut off as she felt his hand slap her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her perfect bottom. The sudden impact combined with the humiliation and arousal made her cry out, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Oh… god … pleaseee …” She whimpered. “Put it … where ever you want …” But, saying this she already knew where it would end up.

Mark chuckled darkly, running his rough hand down her back and between Taylor’s spread legs, his fingers teasing her wet pussy. "You belong to me … and Mr Trump … and maybe Kanye but … definitely not this woke fairy boy. Now, either beg me to put it up your ass … or … hmm … take Davey’s hand, go back in the house, and we’ll forget this ever happened.” His voice was raspy, full of control and power.

Hardly believing what Mark just said, you reach out to Taylor. She slowly raises her delicate, quivering hand off the ground as you look into each other’s eyes. She is trying to whisper something … listening carefully you can just make out … “why didn’t you … mmm mmm …try to protect me from … ohh …this … y y you … fairy …” as she reaches back to grab hold of Mark’s fat cock and positions it next to the musky hole between her reddened cheeks.

When she tried to turn her face down, too emotional to look you in the eye, Mark’s rough fingers yanked her up by the mouth. With the pointer fingers on each hand, he pulled back on her cheeks, fish-hooking her as he stuffed his massive cock in her wet, hot hole from behind.

Ung, Ung, Ohhh, ... Taylor grunted through dirty fingers. Mark’s fat stiff cock plowed deep. Davey watched his girlfriend’s eyes roll back, watched her tongue lolling in her grotesquely held open mouth.

Mark sneered down at Davey, "Listen to her! Listen to your sweet wholesome liberal girlfriend singing now.” Taylor was incoherently grunting in your face, lost in overwhelming lust.

“Now, fuck hole, tell your libtard boyfriend that you’re a MAGA girl, tell him who you will vote for in the next election, tell him whose cock you are going to suck when the Great Man comes to visit you after your next concert.”

Taylor's eyes were wide with shock as Mark's massive cock penetrated her tight ass, causing her to sing out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body shook with each powerful thrust, and her pussy spasmed, begging for more. She could feel him stretching her, filling her up completely, and the awfulness of it made her cum so hard. "I'll … umph umph grunt … vote for Mr Trump! I'll suck his cock … pwease pwease… just f f fuck me up … oh m my god … this is s so ... fucked up … " She managed to **** out between gasps for air.

"I thought so, sugar tits. You and your millions of fans are definitely going to help Mr Trump win the election." Mark said as he put his booted foot on the back of Davey's neck and pushed his face down to the ground, breaking the two ‘lover’s’ gaze. Now, Davey, I’m going to let Taylor tell me what she wants me to do with you …”

Mark's words sent a wave of humiliation and arousal through her, causing her to again grunt and snort like a hog in heat with each thrust. She could feel the MAGA hat on her head, the dirty fingers still stretching her mouth, and the tears streaming down her face. She could see Mark’s boot on the back of your head. Still she couldn't believe what was happening, she couldn’t believe what she was about to say, “Oh oh umph … god … my, my, my … umm … don’t care … fuck him up… beat… him … oh oh ummm … make him … grunt umph … snort … stumble around …like a retarded… bat shit … fairy boy.”

You watch Tay's body tremble as Mark continues to thrust into her, her ass clenching around his dick. You struggle to breathe, your face pressed against the cold, wet ground, the smell of sweat and cum overwhelming you. You couldn’t believe what you just heard, along with Taylor's cries of pleasure and Mark's deep, guttural grunts your mind is overwhelmed with humiliation and … arousal?

Not giving you another thought Mark squared up behind Taylor Swift, his massive weight spanned the space behind his bitch, his proportionally massive cock buried up Taylor Swift 's ass with his balls beating her pussy to the rhythm of one of her songs, and his fingers still pulling her cheeks so the neighbors that could see her grotesquely smiling face would be laughing their asses off at how retarded she looked. Now with animalistic grunts Mark repeatedly thrust into Taylor's ass with one boot on the back of your head, rhythmically grinding your face into the cum covered ground. Mark chuckled as he noticed Taylor mindlessly stroking your little stiffy that is now on full display.

“Oh … um um um … you bully, you … you … stop ... p p putting your … big t t thing in her … b b butt…” you moaned, your emasculated voice shaking as you began to hump your stiff little member in Tay's hand. “Taylor I still l-l-love you s s so much ... ummm grunt umph ... ohhh"

With a final loud grunt and MAGA lion roar Mark filled Taylor Swift 's ass with cum as little Davey squirted on the ground. Mark pulled Taylor's sexy panties from around her ankles and wiped his cock clean then tossed them over to you. “I think you'll be wearing these from now on, little buddy boy” Then he glanced over at Taylor, babbling incoherently with her ass still in the air leaking cum, one tit out of her blouse, and MAGA hat hanging off to the side but still on her head. "And as for you, sweet cheeks, Mr Trump will be expecting you, and your fans, at his rally next week. You will write a new song called ‘Back Alley Whore’, and wear a costume with one of your tits hanging out and I think he might also enjoy it if you are sure to put a new signature move to your routine for your fans to follow with maybe this catch phrase for them to shout ‘One, two, three ... ass up, bitch!’. Of course you'll be wearing the MAGA cap I gave you and ... hmm ... now for the signature move … how about rubbing your pussy to show your approval of how Mr Trump handles women … or how about grabbing a cock shaped mic and rhythmically pumping it back and forth in front of your mouth ... and just for the hell of it ... some time during your routine you stick a finger in your mouth and fish hook a side of your cheek just to remember how I helped you to see the light and MAGA's might ... it will be our little … ‘lover’s’ secret."