Hillary Clinton Black Lives Matter She kneeled down before him and opened his legs as he took her head in his hands as she seemed clumsy as she poured cream between her fingers and slowly told this black man, "yes baby, black lives matter."

She only mumbled.  When he looked at her, he could only turn away.  Hillary Clinton with her nervousness had been flooded with hate mail, the dogs of the FBI were after her and with nothing else to do she decided on sex.  She had worked for hours on sorting out the Secretary of State emails sitting on the desk in the hotel room.  

She seemed to struggle as he went up her dress as he shuffled around where she likes his hand.  Hillary tried to unhook her bra as he slipped off her skirt and panties.  She started to gasping and laughing at the same time which always confused him, she had her ways as he teased her.  

It was fun but her eyes were cold.  Her breasts were pressing against his back and suddenly he felt her breath in his ear, the first sound and warmth and then very slowly she started to lick him.  She was slippery and wet, faster as her lips touched his and then the grinding, always pressing her deeper into the bed. 

Then she was still, feeling the calm as he paused and looked at her decaying face and body and wondered why he had spread her out while putting his clothes back on.

She was quiet again, self-conscious about her body, wanting to be younger, but always self-absorbed and dreamy about being the president.  She wanted him to punish her as she smile and said "you hurt me, thank you."

She kneeled down before him and opened his legs as he took her head in his hands as she seemed clumsy as she poured cream between her fingers and slowly told this black man, "yes baby, black lives matter."