By Naldi-
"Is that the best you've got?" Gaston laughed beefily as he bent over a chair, his hands holding onto the sides of the desk firmly. Donald had courted him, and who was he to reject such an offer? Of course, when Mr Trump claimed he'd top, Gaston found this arrangement to be more than amusing.
The cheeto laughed gruffly, as he folded his front over Gaston's back and let his hands roam around his chiselled pecks. The sight of a orange prune sticking their dick into a god was one to behold.
"I've not even started, baby." Trump whispered seductively in Gaston's ear, as his hand suddenly gripped onto one of his nipples - if he held too tight he'd give him a purple nurple.
Instead, Gaston laughed again as Trump's hips slapped against the other's butt cheeks, creating a ripple water effect.
"I think this has gone on long enough." Gaston said, bucking Donald off of him and letting his small dick fall out of his ass. Donald landed on the floor and glared at Gaston, who now had milky white cum falling from his butthole.
Gaston merely laughed again, as he bent down to straddle Donald on the waist, his fingers tracing the orange shrivelled skin.
"My turn."
