"Honey, I can't find the cockandballtorturanator."
"Donald, it's right where you left it."
"I literally cannot find it for the life of those Mexican orphans."
Obama felt like maybe it was time to go back to being straight for a moment as he walks towards Donald only to remember why he isn't. That old, saggy, orangatang physique was what made Trump irresistible. Obama grabs the cockandballtorturanator from the bed and glares at Trump. "See? Right where we left it." Trump blushes and presses the points of his index fingers together while locking his knees together and blushes, "O-oh. Sorry O-Ba-ma senpai UwU 👉👈"
Obama pins Trump to the wall and kisses him roughly and passionately. "Mhmmm??? Mnmmmmhhhhh!! Obama-kun calm down we have the entirety of quarantine to do naughty stuff. You need to let me tweet it's the only way I can piss off the country >;/"
Obama sighs, "You don't even need a Twitter account to do that, Hun."
"W-what does that mean?! Baka! I have to let the haters know I'm doing better than they are! >∆<"
Trump undoes the zipper on his fortnite onsie and sits in his crib. "Daddy Obama, can you change my dipey wipey? OwO"
Obama blushes and grabs the wipes, "Of course, kitten. Spread your legs for me."
Trump lifts his legs and feels a cold,wet sensation wipe the entirety of his anus and balls. "W-wait!!! That was too sudden you're gonna make me-"
Obama smirks, "make you what, kitten?" As he covers the tip of Trump's disco stick with his finger. "You'll do no such thing, kitten."
Trump squeals, "The- the liberals are coming!!!"
"Oh yes, yes they are, kitten" Obama continues to wipe the feces.
"AH-Ahng!!!!!"
"Sshhh! You're being too loud, Trump!"
Obama spanks Trump.
Trump blushes and giggles.
One Day Later~ (I'm so sorry)
"OBAMA!!!!!!!"
"Yes?"
Trump opens the bathroom door to present his spray tanned, wrinkled foreskin looking body in a hazmat suit.
Obama adjusts himself on the bed and blushes.
"This quarantine has been making you pretty creative."
"You want it, Daddy Obama?"
"Yes! Yes, oh yes I want it now!"
Trump turns around and backs it up. He speeds it up but Obama can't handle dat.
Trump's thick cheeks bounce up and down and all around. Obama's arousal cannot stay hidden any longer. A massive tent had been made in the sheets.
"This is better than supporting hospitals with ventilators and extra cash for the chronically infected patients and staff! Who needs them when we have this."
Obama nods and whips it out. "H-hurry over here, kitten!"
Trump sees Obama's bulgie wulgie.
"Oh you like this, huh, Daddy?"
"Oh, I looovvee it, kitten."
Obama's dark, wrinkly hand wraps around Trump's disco stick as Trump sits on his lap. "Obama, I want milkies!"
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Donald Trump X Barack Obama
RomanceThe 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...
