To the assembled reporters, nothing looked out of place at Nancy Mace's home. Not a single sign of spray paint graffiti on House Representative's home or sidewalk. Only when they turned their eyes and cameras toward the woman herself did they understand what she meant.
Nancy was a mess, and naked. From head to toe, she wore a variety of colorful phrases across her body in black sharpie. FUCK THESE MILKERS on her chest pointed to her nipples, freshly pierced with a couple pins - the first addition she directed their interest toward.
"Look at what Antifa did to me! My home wasn't enough for them, they had to come back, gang up on me and brand me with their symbol."
That symbol, as so many would point out if they could, was the A with a circle around it used for anarchy. None had a chance to tell her while she went on with exposing herself.
"And look! They weren't satisfied with writing WHORE above my crotch, they had to give me these nasty earrings too."
She flicked one of her pair. The full condoms dangled from her earlobes, almost touching her shoulders. They drew attention to the cartoonish villain mustache above her lips, which had plenty of red lipstick smeared on them. She hoped the cinnamon roll icing on her eyebrows and forehead did its job. Turning around, she moved her hair aside to reveal the writing on her back: ALL POLITICIANS ARE with an arrow pointing straight down. As she bent over to show her asshole, Nancy softly snickered.
Nobody believed her when she said a bunch of Antifa vandalized her house. It frustrated her to no end how the internet questioned every detail. They just had to compare her handwriting to the vandals', or how she could easily clean everything with a good power wash. She almost gave up hope for some good fundraising press when it dawned on her that she could be the target!
A few online purchases and a night of scribbling later, and Nancy had the makings of a harrowing victim story that would catapult her to mainstream news. If she played her cards right, she could ride this wave to re-election, or maybe even the White House one day!
Those thoughts left her when the massive vibrators jammed in her ass and cunt whirred to life.
"Ooooh those evil Antifa!" Nancy moaned, squeezing her hefty tits. "Even now they're mocking me. They know I can't take out these awful things they put in me until the police get here, and they're using their remote while I wait."
The timers worked perfectly. Too perfectly. She reached back and grabbed her flabby butt cheeks, covering the BLACKS RULE writing on them with her hands.
"Oh my god, I can't believe they're going this far. I can't move because it's set too high," she said while clutching her literal pearls around her neck. "Please, you have to help me catch the people who did this."
Cameras rolled, neighbors gathered, and Nancy Mace reveled in the spotlight of a well-earned ruse that absolutely nobody would dare to debunk this time. Especially when they saw her cumming on live TV. It dripped down her thighs while she quivered and panted from her first of several orgasms. Her only question was if she could hold out long enough not to end up boobs down and ass up by the time police arrived.
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Nancy Mace - Faking It
"They did it again!"
To the assembled reporters, nothing looked out of place at Nancy Mace's home. Not a single sign of spray paint graffiti on House Representative's home or sidewalk. Only when they turned their eyes and cameras toward the woman herself did they understand what she meant.
Nancy was a mess, and naked. From head to toe, she wore a variety of colorful phrases across her body in black sharpie. FUCK THESE MILKERS on her chest pointed to her nipples, freshly pierced with a couple pins - the first addition she directed their interest toward.
"Look at what Antifa did to me! My home wasn't enough for them, they had to come back, gang up on me and brand me with their symbol."
That symbol, as so many would point out if they could, was the A with a circle around it used for anarchy. None had a chance to tell her while she went on with exposing herself.
"And look! They weren't satisfied with writing WHORE above my crotch, they had to give me these nasty earrings too."
She flicked one of her pair. The full condoms dangled from her earlobes, almost touching her shoulders. They drew attention to the cartoonish villain mustache above her lips, which had plenty of red lipstick smeared on them. She hoped the cinnamon roll icing on her eyebrows and forehead did its job. Turning around, she moved her hair aside to reveal the writing on her back: ALL POLITICIANS ARE with an arrow pointing straight down. As she bent over to show her asshole, Nancy softly snickered.
Nobody believed her when she said a bunch of Antifa vandalized her house. It frustrated her to no end how the internet questioned every detail. They just had to compare her handwriting to the vandals', or how she could easily clean everything with a good power wash. She almost gave up hope for some good fundraising press when it dawned on her that she could be the target!
A few online purchases and a night of scribbling later, and Nancy had the makings of a harrowing victim story that would catapult her to mainstream news. If she played her cards right, she could ride this wave to re-election, or maybe even the White House one day!
Those thoughts left her when the massive vibrators jammed in her ass and cunt whirred to life.
"Ooooh those evil Antifa!" Nancy moaned, squeezing her hefty tits. "Even now they're mocking me. They know I can't take out these awful things they put in me until the police get here, and they're using their remote while I wait."
The timers worked perfectly. Too perfectly. She reached back and grabbed her flabby butt cheeks, covering the BLACKS RULE writing on them with her hands.
"Oh my god, I can't believe they're going this far. I can't move because it's set too high," she said while clutching her literal pearls around her neck. "Please, you have to help me catch the people who did this."
Cameras rolled, neighbors gathered, and Nancy Mace reveled in the spotlight of a well-earned ruse that absolutely nobody would dare to debunk this time. Especially when they saw her cumming on live TV. It dripped down her thighs while she quivered and panted from her first of several orgasms. Her only question was if she could hold out long enough not to end up boobs down and ass up by the time police arrived.