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JD Vance shakily held his ear up to his bedroom door to better hear his fathers arguing

“You are the most pathetic excuse of a man, I’ve been told. Experts have told me that you are truly the top percentile of pathetic men” whined Trump. Elon gasped, and a sharp smack could be heard clearly through the door. Vance stumbled back, shocked that either of his beloved fathers would resort to such crude, liberal methods.

With his cheeks stinging, Vance sulked out of the room, some would say pitifully, some of the most pitifullness anyones ever witnessed "That's why you were the party favor at Diddy's freak off"It was true. They called him the "cheeto bowl". Diddled at Diddy's he did get

Vance looked at his daddy Donald for comfort with his big wet eyes, begging for respite. But Donald only returned a stony gaze before throwing something at Elon, ignoring Vance's throes of woe

Vance continued sobbing, and Donald screeched for him to “get his pasty ass out”. As Vance runs, Elon falls to his knees. “Please, don-don, this isn’t you…” Donald lifts his lip in a snarl, “shut your pretty little mouth up, bitch. You know it’s only good for one thing..” He suggestively rubs his crotch, and that’s all he has to do for Elon to come crawling to him. Next thing either men knew, they were on the bed, Donald’s self-tan sweating off onto Elon’s face as he made the smaller man eat his ass.

they wen hog wild in ways that would make Diddy, the king cocking freak father (may he freak forever) blush. "Bite hard my little insurrectionist, you wouldn't want the dems hearing you whimper now?" Donald said as he tightened the rope around Elons little fascist sack and tied the other to a drawer handle"N-no daddy hitler" Vance stumbled. Donald's saggy nipples quivered in arousal hearing Elon's special name for him."Now sing the national anthem""O-oh say" *slam* *whimper* "by-by the Don's" *slam*...

Vance felt a rumbly in his tumbly, and was feeling very sick watching his fathers engage in their mating ritual. He decided to go make doodies while his dads went at it. He climbed up onto the toilet seat like a big boy, saying his hellos to his favorite dinosaurs on the toilet seat cover. Vance kicked his little legs while he played his ipad on the toilet, now oblivious to the kinktastic display his fathers were putting on, his mind filled with cocomelon and Ben Shapiro's approximation of bluey

Meanwhile in the bedroom, Elon was now under Donald’s seemingly endless stomach. “Tell me I look pretty when I eat, liberal!” He demanded. Elon shuddered in brain-melting ecstasy as Donald humped his little dick against Elon’s surgically ridged one. “Oh, yeah you do, lemme see you shove those fries down your throat, pretty boy!” Donald moaned and slowly, achingly rubs against Elon, shoved some fries into his gullet and a few into Elon’s hands, which then cram the salty sticks into Donald’s puckered asshole.

"Now for my favorite part" Elon shoved Donnies feet into a tub of milkshakes and eagerly sucked all he could from between donalds. And donald, reaching absolute climax, buated all over Elons wide brow. Somehow orange-ish in tint and overwhelmingly sour in smell, and Elon loved it. It reminded him of apartheids. They collapsed in bed, the sticky sugar between their folds of flesh, oddly comforting."I love you Donnie""I love me to, Peelon"The end