"Barack, why is she here?!" Trump shouted.
He could hear moaning and shuffling on the other side of the bathroom door and that concerned him.
Trump sighed and grabbed a towel to cover his brightly naked body.
Of course that didn't help covering his bone-
Obama was breathing heavily on the other side of the hotel room and he seemed to be in distress. Where was Michael? Trump could see Obama's sweaty dark chocolate skin and that didn't help with his you-know-what.
Trump walked towards Obama and said, "Is everything alright? What happened in here? Where is she? "
Obama slowly turned towards Trump and he noticed he was shaking. Trump took Obama into his arms as both of their half naked torsos of sweat were clinging together. Obama's warm breath lingered onto Trumps neck, leaving goosebumps as he said, " I don't think...we have to worry about her anymore."
Trump look to the other side of the room. There she was, on the floor, obviously not breathing.
She didn't have any marks though.
"What did you do, Barack?"
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Donald Trump X Barack Obama
RomansaThe day Donald shook hands with the last president, Barack. He noticed his gorgeous dark eyes as he did. After that, he couldn't stop staring at Barack. What is this feeling and can he act on his feelings? (RUDE CONTENT AND CRUDE JOKES. SEXUAL HUM...
