Mark Demonstrates and Taylor Opens Wide.

Taylor Swift's eyes widened in shock as she found herself kneeling in front of Mark's monstrous cock, her body trembling with both fear and arousal. She glared at him defiantly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "This is sick! You're disgusting!" She said through gritted teeth. Her heart raced, and she could feel her nipples hardening in response to the situation.

Mark chuckled darkly, taking hold of her head and guiding it closer to his member. "You know you want it, babe . You want me to fill your tight little hole with my superior seed." he growled, his body heat and smell overwhelming her. "Admit it, sweet tits, you need this."

"I can’t take anymore, I’m going back inside!" You say suddenly, taking hold of Taylor’s hand while trying to pull your pants back up. "This is fucked up!"

Mark reached out his massive arm and grabbed the fleeing liberal boy by the back of the neck, hauling him back out on the front porch in one swift motion. “You’re not going anywhere till we be done talking, pussy boy! Sit the fuck down!” Mark shoved you hard, and you stumble forward, your loose pants falling to your ankles and tripping you up. Then you lose your balance and face-plant in the front yard.

Taylor caught herself again laughing at her ‘man’ stumbling around like a retard, while both of her hands where now wrapped around Mark’s meat. “What’s the third test?” Taylor Swift asked, looking submissively at the ground and then up at Mark.

“This is the third test, baby doll." he said as he pushed down one side of her blouse to expose one perky little tit with its nipple fully aroused. "Now, be a bad, bad girl and open your mouth.”

Taylor's cheeks burned with humiliation and arousal as she continued to stroke Mark's massive cock, her eyes locked on his. She bit her bottom lip, her heart racing in her chest. Her body trembled in anticipation and fear, unsure of what would happen next. She glanced over at you cowering in the front yard with your pants still around your ankles. Taylor was becoming disgusted by how weak and helpless you where. "Please..." She moaned, her voice cracking. "I... I'll be… your … bad, bad girl…" Taylor’s voice trailed off, and her eyes widened in anticipation as Mark caressed her face, guiding her head forward as she opened her mouth.

"That's a dirty girl," he growled, his thick member pressed against her opening mouth. "Take it all, sugar tits. See, Davey, Mr Trump knows it is necessary to keep women who have such a very important duty to Make America Great Again happy and thoroughly satisfied."

Taylor's heart raced, and her rational mind screamed for her to resist, but her body responded to Mark's commands and her mouth opened to accept his massive cock. She moaned softly, her eyes widening in shock and arousal as she felt the thickness of his member filling her mouth. Her hands shook, gripping his underwear tightly as she took him deeper, her mind racing with thoughts of you lying helpless in the front yard. "Fuck... oh god..." she moaned around his cock, her body trembling and her panties wet from desire. Taylor’s hands let go of his prick and found Mark's sweaty nut sack beneath. She cradled his massive balls while she kept him in her mouth, just a few inches so as not to ****. The moist curls of his pubic hair tickled her palms. She felt him flex his girth between her hungry cheeks.