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♥♥♥♥, I would do anything to be her pitiful ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥ slave. She could chain me under her desk in the Oval Office and I would suckle the nectar from her presidential rose until my stomach literally tears itself apart.
My blood and mucus and ♥♥♥♥ and ♥♥♥ would all mix together and soak into Oval Office's carpet, to be trodden upon by President Kamala's divinely blessed feet long after my broken corpse has been unceremoniously dumped in the Atlantic by my mocha colored queen and her Secret Service bulls.