Presidential Pals | Obama x Trump x 1,000 Toasters

Heat

Donald Trump slowly made his way over to the wall filled with a thousand toasters. He ran his hands across the smooth metal surfaces, as the toasters began to hum and crackle, anticipating his touch.

Donald lowered himself to the ground and lifted his lips towards one of the toasters, his breath tickling the metal surface as he began to kiss it. The toaster began to steam up with desire, their metal bodies slowly coming to life. As one, the toasters began to moan softly, their hot bodies throbbing with excitement.

Donald could feel the toasters' hot metal bodies pressing up against him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He opened his mouth wider, his tongue sliding across the metal surface as he kissed them. The toasters moaned and steamed up even more, their hot bodies throbbing with passion as they awaited his touch.

Donald pulled himself away from the first toaster and moved slowly along the wall of toasters, kissing each one in turn, revelling in the pleasure it brought him.

Feeling the intense heat from the appliances' hot metal bodies, Donald could feel himself becoming flushed with desire. His hand trailed down the side of one toaster, his fingers stroking the smooth surface as he took in the scent of the toasters' burning metal.

The toasters began to moan with pleasure, their metal bodies heating up with every breath Donald took. He leaned in close to one toaster and whispered in its ear, "Be mine".

Donald pressed himself up against the appliance wall as heat filled the room, the burning metal bodies of the toasters emitting a seductive red glow. His fingers squeezed the sides of the toasters, his breath quickening as he took in their scorching heat.

His hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the sides of one toaster's metal body.