Trump laid naked, without suit or socks, beneath Putin, the sexy devil. Our orange man’s thighs were quivering in suppressed arousal as he looked up at the man above him, all submissive and needy.
Putin eyed Trump with a dominating smirk. In an flash, he was on the president. Their bare bodies pressed flush against each other. Their sticky, sweaty skin rubbed together deliciously. Trump felt blood rush to his two inch cock.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” He cried, going insane from the Russian’s teasing.
“Do you think you deserve it?” was Putin’s reply. The smirk never left his face.
He pumped Trump’s baby carrot roughly, making Trump arch his back and whimper, gripping the bed sheets hard.
“Stop teasing,” he whined. It was music to Putin’s ears.
Putin suddenly thrust into him, without lube or preparation because Trumpy Boi here is a huge ass masochist.
“Ahn!” Trump cried, shoving his ass back onto Putin’s cock.
Putin growled, immediately picking up a hard, rough pace, slamming into Trump with force and passion. Trump was moaning so fucking loud. He sunk his teeth into the bed sheets in an attempt to silence himself. Putin was having none of that.
He gripped Trump’s hair, pulling his hair piece off.
“Oops.”
“My hair!” cried Trump.
“Sorry, baby,” Putin mumbled awkwardly. He patted Trump’s hair back on his little head (not his cock head, mind you).
Trump glared at his Russian lover, but then gasped and threw his head back.
“Fuck!”
Putin has slammed back into him as if their little mishap never happened, his balls slapping against Trump’s spray-tanned ass cheeks. Trump was moaning dirty obsceneties and bucking his hips up to meet Putin’s thrusts.
“God, Daddy Russia, you’re so good!” Trump babbled, drool dripping down his chin. “I get so h- hah! h-hard when you fuck me like this, ohh…”
“Come for me, Trumpy Boi,” Putin whispered seductively, locking eyes with his lover.
Trump whimpered, then gave into the pleasure, allow his carrot cock to spurt out ranch dressing all over the man on top of him.
Putin groaned, thrusting deep into Trump’s asshole before coming vanilla frosting. Trump moaned as he felt the delicious treat filling him up, dripping out of his hole. Putin gave him a tired smirk, pulling out of him slowly. Trump, the little slut, moaned as he felt himself being unstretched.
Michelle Obama suddenly walked in.
“Oh my god,” she said.
The gays looked at her in fear.
“Oh my god,” she said again. “YAOI!”
Trump and Putin looked to each other, eyes wide. Fuck.
“Barack, get your sexy black ass in here!”
“What is it, Michelle?” Barack muttered as he walked into the room. “I’m trying to scare children into submissi- oh my…”
His eyes locked on the two gay men who were covered in each other’s alfredo sauce, sweaty and naked and gay.
“Yaoi…” He said to himself in shock.
Michelle crossed her arms and nodded. “Mhm-hm.”
“They fucked on my bed!” Barron said, completely mortified..
The others gasped.
“Son, when’d you get in here?” Trump asked in shock.
“Oh, I came through the open window,” Barron told his father with an innocent smile.
They all looked at the window. It was wide open and outside were a bunch of reporters.
“Fuck…” Putin mumbled.
“Now they’ll know I have ties with Russia!” Trump cried. He looked down at the striped tie on his neck. Putin wore an identical one. “They match and everything!”
Barron shrugged. “It’ll make a good news story!”
And that it did.
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