A WILDE RIDE III: SMUT STRIKES BACK (ft. Donald Hux Trump)
It was the 1st of September. Trump was excited to be sorted into his Hogwarts house, and he was really excited to meet…
Dumblydoor. Only he didn't know he was gay but anyways, filthy biggot. He walked forward when McGoogle called his name: "Trump, Domnald Gleeson! Njom njom, no, he's to handsome to be Domnal sweety hux, Hux. So he put the sorting hat on his head and waited…
"You cannot hide your thoughts from me, you misogonystic racist bastard your wig won't keep your thoughts from me. What the hell are you even doing in the UK?
"Oh my Donald, I never imagined your language to be so racist and vile", said Harry, "it makes me want to call Dean and have our way with him."
But Donald went on and put the sorting hat on his ****. He was almost satisfied. Harry looked on. He felt the urge to go nearer and put his hand on…
Donalds sword of Gryffindor. "Dayum," said Harry, "those rubies are very Herry approved" and he slit his hand over them repeatedly. Donald squeeled like a teenage girl high on shoe polish. The sorting hat folded back and forth to embrace Donalds sword and Herry's wrists.
Donald's pupils dilated and he began to breath very heavily. The sorting had quite some experience after all these years on earth, but he never had someone as sensitive as Donald. Herry, his usual customer, he knew inside out. But this experience was the best experience ever. Trump came with a loud moan. This was the sorting hat's best feeling ever and he would treasure it for all the years to come. A hat has to do what a hat has to do. Second hand orgazmz was his guilty pleasure.