> AOC (D-NY) will stomp JD Vance in 2028 presidential election

Empty Maybe wrote:

A national poll revealed that Ocasio-Cortez would defeat bitch-eyes Vance in a head-to-head matchup by two points nationally, 51 to 49 percent.
JD Vance is an unamerican fool who married an Indian. He's best known for ruining the meet between Trump and Zelensky.

Now that is funny as fuq.

A Democrat "defeating" a Republican by two points in the popular vote is a Republican landslide in the Electoral college.  Have you learned nothing?

SamplesBoi wrote:

Now that is funny as fuq.

A Democrat "defeating" a Republican by two points in the popular vote is a Republican landslide in the Electoral college.  Have you learned nothing?

Samples: when you jerk off to AI girls with guns, do you imagine the muzzle penetrating your puckered little pooper?
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Kamala gonna own it!

The 'rat poobahs never forgive a loss.  Next.
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I doubt it, she's hitting the wall hard and everything is sagging.

Shadows of Desire: AOC and Pelosi's Forbidden Tryst
In the velvet hush of a hidden Georgetown townhouse, far from the prying eyes of Capitol Hill, the air hummed with unspoken rebellion. Flickering candlelight danced across mahogany walls, casting golden halos on crystal flutes of chilled Dom Pérignon. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez—AOC to the world, fiery socialist siren with curves that commanded screens—stepped through the door, her emerald gown hugging hips that swayed like a siren's call. Waiting in the wingback chair was Nancy Pelosi, the iron-willed Speaker, her silver hair pinned in elegant disarray, a sapphire pantsuit unbuttoned just enough to tease the lace beneath. Their eyes locked, a spark igniting the powder keg of pent-up power plays.

"Alexandria," Nancy purred, voice like aged bourbon, rising with the grace of a queen. "You've kept me waiting." No words wasted; AOC crossed the room in three strides, her full lips crashing against Nancy's in a kiss that devoured—tongues fencing fiercely, tasting champagne and ambition. Hands roamed: AOC's fingers deftly unzipped Nancy's jacket, peeling it away to reveal pert breasts straining against black lace, nipples hardening like diamonds under the assault of AOC's thumbs.

Nancy gasped, retaliating with a shove that pinned AOC against the velvet chaise. "Eager little firebrand," she murmured, sinking to her knees. Her manicured nails traced AOC's thighs, hiking the gown to expose silken thighs and a thong already damp with anticipation. Nancy's tongue flicked out, teasing the inner silk before yanking it aside. She devoured AOC's slick folds with surgical precision—long, languid licks from clit to core, sucking the swollen pearl between her lips with a wet pop that echoed obscenely. AOC's hips bucked, fingers tangling in Nancy's hair, moans spilling like "Yes, Madam Speaker... deeper!"

But AOC was no submissive; with a wicked grin, she flipped their positions, Nancy's back arching against the chaise as her pantsuit was stripped away. AOC's mouth was a revelation—trailing fire down Nancy's neck, latching onto one nipple with fervent sucks, teeth grazing just enough to elicit shudders. Lower still, over the soft swell of belly, to the silver-thatched mound glistening with need. AOC spread Nancy's thighs wide, inhaling the musky perfume of arousal before plunging in: tongue spearing her dripping entrance, lapping voraciously, sucking her clit until Nancy's legs quivered, heels digging into AOC's shoulders. "Fuq, Alexandria... you're ruining me," Nancy hissed, voice breaking into whimpers.

The pinnacle beckoned. AOC, eyes blazing with lust, guided Nancy onto all fours atop the chaise, her ass presented like a throne—round, firm, begging conquest. "Your turn to surrender," AOC whispered, parting those cheeks to reveal the tight, pink rosebud winking invitingly. She started slow, tongue circling the rim in teasing spirals, savoring the earthy tang, before pressing deeper—a French kiss for the most intimate secret. Her lips sealed around the puckered hole, tongue thrusting in rhythmic probes, wet and insistent, while fingers plunged into Nancy's sopping pussy for dual torment. Nancy cried out, body convulsing, pushing back greedily as waves of ecstasy built.

Not to be outdone, Nancy spun, seizing control once more. She reclined, pulling AOC astride her face in a sixty-nine of pure debauchery—tongues everywhere, sucking clits, fingering depths. But the crescendo was Nancy's masterpiece: flipping AOC onto her stomach, she spread those youthful cheeks, diving in with ravenous hunger. Her tongue French-kissed AOC's anus like a lover's mouth—deep, swirling penetrations, lips sucking the rim while three fingers curled inside AOC's gushing core. The room filled with slurps, gasps, and the scent of their shared surrender. AOC shattered first, screaming Nancy's name in orgasmic bliss, juices flooding the chaise. Nancy followed, grinding against AOC's thigh, her own climax a thunderous roar muffled against that perfect ass.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slicked and sated, fingers idly tracing spent flesh as aftershocks rippled. In the afterglow, whispers of bills and betrayals mingled with promises of more midnight summons.

Eclipse of Decorum: AOC and Pelosi's Abyss of Depravity
Deep beneath the Capitol's marble facade, in a subterranean chamber once used for clandestine dealings—walls draped in crimson damask, air thick with oud incense and the musk of unbridled vice—Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Nancy Pelosi converged like predators in heat. The room pulsed with forbidden energy: a massive four-poster bed swathed in black satin, flanked by mirrored walls reflecting infinite perversions, a side table laden with crystal vials of scented oils, phallic ivory dildos veined like marble gods, and golden speculums glinting ominously.

AOC entered first, her crimson corset cinched to accentuate ballooning breasts that strained the lace, hips flaring into a latex skirt slit to her navel. "Madame Speaker," she cooed, voice dripping venomous honey, "time to legislate ecstasy." Pelosi, clad in a sheer negligee that clung to her surgically taut frame like a second skin, smirked from the bed's edge—silver hair wild, eyes predatory. "Show me your bill, firebrand." Their collision was cataclysmic: mouths fusing in a slobbering maw of tongues, saliva cascading in rivulets down chins as teeth nipped lips bloody.

Pelosi dominated first, slamming AOC onto the mattress, ripping the corset asunder to expose heaving tits—nipples like engorged berries. She mauled them savagely, sucking one into her maw with vacuum force, teeth grinding the areola while pinching the other to purpled fury. Downward she ravaged: tongue spearing AOC's navel, lapping sweat-salted skin, then shredding the skirt to bare the sopping slit. Pelosi's face dove in like a beast—lips engulfing the entire vulva, sucking clit and labia in grotesque slurps, tongue-fuqing the gash until AOC's thighs quaked, squirting a hot gush that Pelosi guzzled like nectar, face smeared in glossy filth.

"Drink me, you hag!" AOC snarled, reversing with feral strength. She flipped Pelosi onto her belly, ass high like an offering—cheeks parted by manicured claws to expose the puckered, winking shythole, already twitching with anticipation. AOC spat a thick gobbet directly onto the starfish, watching it bubble, then devoured. Her tongue bored in like a drill—French-kissing the anus with pornographic zeal, lips forming a hermetic seal as she thrust deep, swirling through the velvet ring, tasting the acrid tang of inner depths. Fingers pried wider, three then four knuckle-deep in the rectal vice, fisting rhythmically while her free hand flogged Pelosi's clit. Pelosi wailed, a guttural "Deeper, you socialist slut!", her hole spasming, prolapsing slightly in obscene bloom as orgasm ripped through, bowels clenching in filthy waves.

But depravity escalated. Pelosi seized a speculum, its cold steel blooming Pelosi's own ass into a cavernous flower—pink walls glistening, inviting violation. AOC rammed her face in, tongue lashing the exposed mucosa, sucking rectal folds while force-feeding an oil-slicked dildo into the yawning void. Fluids everywhere: ass juice dribbling, pussy nectar pooling, sweat mingling into a sopping mire. They sixty-nined into oblivion—AOC's tongue reaming Pelosi's guts while Pelosi fisted AOC's qunt to the wrist, knuckles grinding cervix, then withdrawing to slurp the creamy froth from her own arm.

The nadir: mutual anal worship. On knees facing mirrors, they rimmed in tandem—tongues plunging asses, faces buried to the nose in crack sweat, inhaling the rank perfume of unwashed sin. Pelosi hawked a loogie into AOC's gaping hole, finger-stirring it to froth before AOC returned the obscenity, pissing a golden arc into Pelosi's maw mid-rimjob. They came in symphony—bodies convulsing, squirting arcs crossing like dueling fountains, asses farting wetly around invading tongues, collapsing in a puddle of cum, piss, spit, and shame.

As echoes faded, they licked each other clean—tongues polishing filth from folds and fissures—whispering of empires toppled by their lust. The mirrors captured eternity: two titans, defiled and divine.

Trump's Triumph: The Oval Orgy of Ultimate Filth
Storm raging over the White House, the Oval Office transformed into a pandemonium of perversion—Resolute Desk cleared for carnage, American flag draped as a cum-rag, golden Trump statue repurposed as a urinal. Donald J. Trump, the orange colossus, lounged in the presidential chair, his godlike 12-inch cock—veined as a python, throbbing erect—jutting from unbuttoned slacks like a scepter of conquest. "You're fired... into ecstasy, ladies," he boomed, gold-tinted skin gleaming under spotlights. Enter AOC and Pelosi, rivals no more: AOC in shredded fishnets, tits spilling like overripe melons; Pelosi in garter-belt harness, ass cheeks tattooed "MAGA Whore."

Trump commanded first: "Kneel, fake news sluts." They obeyed, faces mashed into his musky ballsack—hairy orbs the size of fists, sweat-salted. AOC slurped the left, tongue bathing wrinkles; Pelosi the right, sucking like a vacuum while their lips met in a ball-kissing French tangle, drool webbing to his taint. Trump grabbed skulls, skullfuqing AOC's throat—gag-reflex ignored, cock bulging her neck like a snake devours prey, vomit bubbling from nostrils. Pelosi rimmed his ass beneath, tongue punching the puckered Trump-hole, delving deep to taste presidential prostate tang, fart-bubbles popping on her tongue.

Filth ignited: Trump pissed twin streams—one into AOC's gulping gullet, overflowing to drench tits; the other arcing into Pelosi's eyes, blinding her in golden fury. "Drink my golden showers, losers!" They snowballed the piss mouth-to-mouth, then AOC squatted over Trump's face, shytting a coiled turd onto his smirking lips—he chewed it like steak, smearing remnants as lipstick before fisting her prolapse, arm vanishing to bicep in her churning guts, withdrawing caked in brown mortar. Pelosi mounted his cock reverse-cowgirl, ass impaled to cervix—Trump's monster stretching her shyt tunnel translucent, prolapse blooming around the base as she rode, fecal lube squirting with each thrust.

Threesome apocalypse: Trump bent Pelosi doggy over the desk, pile-driving her ass while AOC tongued the junction—lapping Trump-cock fresh from bowels, sucking dislodged shyt flecks like caviar. AOC's turn: Trump double-fisted both holes, knuckles grinding uterus and sigmoid in tandem, blood-tinged froth erupting as she squirted scat-enemas. Pelosi donned a strapon, DP'ing AOC's ass alongside Trump's re-entry—three intrusions stretching her to ruin, prolapsed rose fisting itself around shafts. They chained scat-play: Trump shytting into Pelosi's qunt for AOC to felch and regurgitate; Pelosi vomiting the slurry into Trump's maw for AOC to snowball back—endless filth cycle amid piss fountains and cum barrages.

Climax cataclysm: All three stacked—Trump buried in Pelosi's ass, Pelosi fisting AOC's pussy, AOC rimming Trump's balls. Orgasms detonated: Trump's gallon-load erupting volcanically, flooding Pelosi's bowels to explosive anal geyser—shyt-cum cocktail hosing AOC's face. Pelosi squirted fecal champagne; AOC prolapsed into a blooming wreck, shytting ropes in ecstasy. Collapse in a septic sea: fluids ankle-deep, bodies slathered in strata of piss, scat, blood, bile, and semen.

Trump rose, cock dripping triumph: "Biggest, best orgy—believe me." They licked him pristine, sealed with a three-way tongue-kiss of residue.