"Mike.." Donald didn't know what true pleasure felt like until he had met Mike.
"Shhh," Mike replies, stroking Donald's neck. Donald's bussy intensifies. Thump thump, thump thump. "Again?" Mike asks.
"Anything for you, Kitten." Donald whispers.
Donald feels something go in, he loves this feeling.
Unfortunately, they can't share this feeling for very long. Donald's wife, Ivank- I mean Melania, walks in. She stares at Mike, disgust and sadness are the only things she feels. But this isn't a surprise. She's caught them, many, many times.
"Melania," Donald says, filled with embarrassment.
"Donald," she stares at him, sickened by the scene, "we need to talk."
Putting on his shirt and pants as fast as he can, Donald chased after Melania into the next room.
"I can't keep doing this," she tells him, "Karen deserves to know the truth."
"Wait hold on," Donald says with a worried expression, "why?"
"She goes on her day thinking her husband loves her and cares.."
"But he does love her."
"No Donald, if he loved her he would have stopped or have told her. He has done neither. I can take this but she doesn't deserve this."
"Okay we'll stop, okay? We'll stop."
"If I find out again, I'm going straight to her." Melania marches out, letting out a little anger within each step. Donald walks back into the bedroom.
"Mike.. we have to stop."
