Presidential Pals | Obama x Trump x 1,000 Toasters

Mango Terror

Donald slowly woke up, his eyes heavy and his head spinning.

He lay in bed, confused as memories of the night before flooded back to him. He was no longer wearing his maid outfit, (In fact, the maid outfit laid messily at the corner of the room) and he had a distinct taste of Cheetos in his mouth.

Donald turned his head and saw Obama sleeping peacefully in the bed beside him.

Donald couldn't help but admire Obama's face, with its soft, smooth skin and lush lips. He felt a wave of emotion wash over him, remembering their passionate night together.

As Donald lay there, his eyes fixated on Obama's peaceful sleep, he felt a sense
of contentment wash over him. He knew that they had discovered something special together, something that was worth fighting for.

He carefully leaned over and kissed Obama's cheek, stirring his sleep slightly.

"I love you," he whispered to himself, a smile spreading across his face as he returned his eyes to Obama's sleeping form.

In that moment, there was no border wall, no political divides, only love. A love he had never imagined was possible until that very moment.

Donald slowly sat up in bed, his eyes still half-closed.

He reached out with one hand toward the night stand beside him, searching for the bowl of Cheetos he had seen the night before.

He found the bowl and plucked one of the cheesy snacks, carefully examining it before taking a big bite.

The sound of Donald chewing the crunchy Cheeto filled the room as he savored the flavor and remembered the special night before.

The Cheeto was warm from the heat of Donald's hands, but the crunchy outer layer provided a pleasing contrast.

As he bit into the spicy cheese-flavored snack, the bright orange color of the Cheeto stained his teeth as they crunched together.

With every bite, a rush of savory flavor filled his mouth, and as he chewed, the cheese-covered snack left a sticky residue on the sides of his teeth.

As the crunchy Cheeto dust coated Donald's already yellow teeth, it gave them an even more pronounced and unsightly color.

The bright orange dust left a sticky residue on his teeth and gums, which continued to fill his mouth with its spicy and salty flavor.

As Donald continued to munch on the snack, he felt the Cheetos get stuck in his teeth, leaving bits of orange cheese stuck in the crevices between his teeth and gums.

Donald's tongue worked frantically to remove the bits of cheese stuck to his teeth as his mind continued to remember the intense night he had.

As Donald sat up in bed, he realized with a jolt that he was still naked.

"Oh my," he mumbled to himself, a slight blush coming to his cheeks as he lifted the sheets off his body.

He glanced over at Obama, who was still peacefully asleep in bed, and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

But as he looked over at Obama's face, Donald felt a rush of love and affection and any embarrassment quickly dissipated.

Donald got out of the bed and made his way over to Obama's closet, his fingers feeling around for the clothing he knew Obama kept there.

He quickly found a pair of dirty boxers, which he took out and lifted to his nose.

Donald inhaled deeply, feeling the scent of Obama's sweat fill his nostrils. It was a pungent and musky smell, mixed with the faint aroma of detergent, but he did not mind.

He took another deep inhale, inhaling the essence of Obama's body. It was an addictive and seductive fragrance, and Donald couldn't help but take another sniff of boxer briefs as he stared at them in his hands.

Suddenly, he noticed that the underwear was slightly wet, and he could not help but feel a tinge of delight as he inhaled the musky aromas mingling in his hairy nostrils.

Donald's mind turned back to the night before, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest as the thoughts of their lovemaking danced in his head.

He took another sniff of the underwear, the smell of Obama's body filling his nostrils. It was a sensation he could not resist.

Donald snapped out of his aroma trance, the smell of Obama's body still faintly lingering in his nose.

He quickly slipped on the boxers he had found in the closet, feeling their softness against his skin.

He then made his way back to the bed, his body filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

As he climbed back into bed with Obama, he could feel Obama's warm body against his own, their skin touching in a way that made his heart flutter.

He closed his eyes, ready to once again immerse himself in the world of passion he had found with Obama as he dozed off.

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Donald was having a strange dream.

He was on a stage, tap dancing with Obama. The audience was filled with colorful Tickle-Me-Elmos, booing and throwing banana peels at the two men.

Donald felt a tinge of embarrassment as he danced, knowing that the world was laughing at him and not with him.

Obama, however, was not bothered by the booing and the jeers; he was having too much fun tap dancing with Donald to let anything ruin his good mood.

Donald turned to Obama with a smile on his face and couldn't help but admire his skin-tight red suit.

He had almost forgotten about the bananas being thrown at them, so impressed was he by the tightness of the material and the way it molded to Obama's body.

Donald couldn't help but feel attracted to Obama's physique and the way the red suit clung to it, showing off every curve and muscle. It was a tantalizing sight, and Donald found himself blushing slightly as he took in the view.

A giant mango suddenly appeared on the stage, causing screams and chaos among the Tickle-Me-Elmos in the audience.

Donald was startled by the sudden disturbance and let out a high-pitched wail, his voice filled with fear and disbelief.

However, Obama remained calm and collected, gently urging Donald to stay cool and calm.

"Don't be scared, baby," he said in a soothing tone. "It's just a mango.

Despite Obama's effort, Donald could not calm down. He was now shaking uncontrollably.

The giant mango charged towards them on the stage, Donald let out a deafening scream, his voice echoing through the theater.

The Tickle-Me-Elmos in the audience began to panic, throwing popcorn and other snacks at the stage as terror filled the air.

Donald felt the hot breath of the mango on his neck as he ducked and covered his head, the chaos and horror of the moment too much for him to bear.

Obama shielded Donald with his body and tried to calm him down, but Donald's screams continued to echo throughout the theater.