From the secret records of conversations in the Oval Office. Further:

P - President

M - Monica

S - John Smith, Presidential Advisor

P. Do you like my instrument?

M. Oh, yes, he should have been portrayed on a hundred dollar bill.

***

Bill sat in his office and felt the constant burning itching between his legs. His flesh demanded satisfaction, and he was forced to sort it out with some kind of Arabic jazz. What difference does he have to bomb or not to bomb when the dick sticks out his second day. Bitch Hillary does not give referring to some problems. What problems can she have every day?

Suddenly, he remembered the girl, her name, it seems, Monica. Monica trainee. Not very beautiful, but with plump lips and a wide ass.

Wide ass, in white tight shorts - this is Bill's dream. Not like the slim bitch Hillary. Juicy, big ass - face her and scream with happiness. The belly is not flat, but full, spatial. The vast coal-black hair between the legs, ah ... Bill flushed from these thoughts.

Bill called Smith. Fat Smith appeared immediately. Bill began a conversation about some kind of political nonsense and, by the way, asked:

- Do you remember this brunette, intern?

- Monica?

- Yes, it seems Monica. Could you bring her to me, I have a couple of questions for her.

- Of course, Mr. President.

***

M - Bill, will you bomb Iraq?

P - No, of course.

There are strange smacking sounds.

P - Oh yes, yes, yes.

***

Bill thought it would be better to arrange all this. Usually, he acted simply, lured the woman to himself and took off his pants in front of her. As a rule, they pecked at it. Whether the kind of fucking Bill brought them to such a state, or whether the power of Bill excited them, but they did what was required of them.

Monica went to the office of Bill with a joyful sense of anticipation of a big event. She did not assume that the event would be so big. Monica was in love with her young and handsome president. After the boring and nasty old Republicans, a real Playboy Democrat appeared in the White House. It was a dream for the poor American generations of poor American women. For the sake of such a president, you can do anything.

- Hello, Monica.

- Hello, Mr. President.

- For you, Bill, simply, Bill.

Monica blushed and there was a painful silence. The atmosphere in the Oval Office began to thicken, as during the Caribbean crisis.

- Sit down, Monica.

- Thank.

Monica sat in the chair, oh, would be this chair to take the whole sweet weight of female cereals!

“I wanted to ask you a couple of questions.”

- Yes, sir ... Bill.

- How do you feel about (blowjob, Bill wanted to say) President XXX.

Monica rubbed her lips before answering.

“I believe that in the current situation, XXX controls the situation in AAA most fully, and fully meets our interests in this region.”

At this time, Bill went to the chair Monica, and stretched his pants. He climbed into his pants, stuck his hand through the briefs with his initials presented to Hillary and took out his presidency.

- ... the situation in AAA allows us to maintain neutrality both to us and our opponents. We are waiting when ...

Monica turned around and saw Bill jerking a dick.

- Oh, Mr. Pre ... Bill, I myself.

Monica picked up a swollen member and slightly squeezed him. Oh, cried Bill. She struck a prick with a ring.

Carefully massage it, Monica leaned and took in her mouth. Immediately felt sour taste. Gently began to suck, trying to massage with her tongue. Several times touched him with his teeth and Bill screamed. At this time, Bill hands wandered over her head, shoulders and chest. Taking big breasts in his hands and squeezing, he stroked Monica. Monica continued her difficult and dangerous job. Soon, Bill's eggs filled with weight, he straightened, the dick jumped out and a tight jet of sperm hit from the swaying member.The bulk fell on the face of Monica, she even closed her eyes while a few drops fell on the dress.

- Ooooooooooo

***

Bill stood in front of the closed bedroom of Hillary, and asked him to let him in.

- Honey, I love you. Let me in, I want you.

- Go fuck with your intern.

- It was a mistake. Forgive me, I haven't had a woman for a few months. I ... I have to masturbate in the bathroom.

- Probably jerking on a photo of this bitch?

- No, my dear, on our photo with you, where we are with you and Chelsea.

***

P - John, I have not had a woman for several months. I can no longer, foreign policy suffers from this.

S - How can I help, Mr. President?

P - Take off your pants, John, and bend over.