"Hello, Donald. A pleasure to meet with you again." Said Kim, taking Don's hand and looking deep into his beat-y little eyes.
"Like wise" agreed Don as he admired the shining skin on Kim's third neck. It was slicked with sweat and Trumps cock began to grow like one of those things you put in water.
"Let's begin. So I hear your planning on dropping a bomb on us." Said Trump.
"No, but I wanna drop a bomb *kim leaned in real close and whispered* on you."
Donald ran his foot up Kim's pant leg, enough to count the change in his pocket.
The two discussed communistic ideologies and the relation of Said ideologies to the American nation, and the propaganda they was played in Korea accordingly. Nothing had ever been sexier.
"Y'know these forms are getting me all damp and moist" Said Trump.
"Me too." Said Kim. "My pants are getting...tighter."
"What are we gonna do about that?"
"YOU TELL ME." Said the one the only, Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton. She walked in and sat down on the forms Kim was filling out.
"So. Donald. We meet again. You look. Well. You know."
"Likewise" Said Donald as he adjusted his tie. "How's bill."
"I just killed him." Said Hillary. "That's why I'm covered in blood." She stood up to get some cucumber melon water, leaving Kim's forms covered in blood.
"So, kim. Tell me, I hear your beginning to e force the roll that America is a dangerous place for people, I'm not comfortable with THAT."
"Well too bad." Said Kim as he stood up and stabbed Hillary in the back with a knife bigger than his ego. There lie her dead body bleeding out.
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The Secret Meeting: Donald Trump X Kim Jong Un
Roman pour AdolescentsWhen two people have that much skin and that much sass, somethin's bound to happen.
