Donald jumped out of their shared bedroom, button-up and shorts tatted with all types of colors and patterns. Joe felt absolutely bland next to him, only wearing a white button-up and black shorts.
"You ready to go, Don?" Biden inquired, towel in hand.
Donald only paraded forward, confidence in his stride. Anyone could tell he was much more of a summer person than Biden was, explaining his orange tint.
Upon arriving to the beach, the pair were relieved to see how vacant it was, sand left untouched, a perfect spot to lay their towels.
Donald looked even more excited, the waves of water reflecting his eyes, "This means we don't have to wear masks, Joe!" He jumped up and down as he laid his towel down, flattening the sand, "Masks suffocate me."
Joe rolled his eyes. He loved Donald, but he couldn't stand his anti-mask policy, so he chose to ignore it for today, allowing himself to lay his towel down too.
"Joey, I do not want to get any red under this orange beautiful skin of mine...." Donald cooed, shaking his ass, inviting Joe to 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓵 him. Joe nodded his head, bending over. "YOU NEED SUNSCREEN!" He exclaimed excitedly, Joe lathered sunscreen on Donald's crusty, lizard back and patted on the last amounts of sunscreen. Donald rolled his eyes. "I want you to fuck me Joe." Donald said seriously. Joe looked taken aback. Then he railed him. The end
Donald's cheeks reverberated welcomingly, awaiting Joe's pen.
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day at the beach //joe biden x trump// bidenrump
RomanceDonald Trump and Joe Biden go to the beach and Trump doesn't want his back to get sunburnt, so he asks for Biden's help.
