"the damn russians are tryna suck my cock for facebook ads again!" trump says as lightly jogs i circled around the e plurbus unum rug in the oval office of the white household.
"what does that have to do with us?" Trudeau commented, from the love seat in the corner of the oval office. Marcon was snuggled up against his side.
"hey! shut the fuck up snow mexican. probably a soci as well. i invited you both here to talk about united nations. and you may be wondering where are the other nations? well prince harry couldn't make it, and you know he's own nation," trump sighed.
"it is not even noon yet? Is that not when you said we would hold this meeting," Macron glanced over to Trudaeu with a smirk. "Perhaps we should waste some time before the real discussion."
trump smiled seductively "what a good idea. i'm liking both of you more and more. kinda glad prince harry couldn't make it. we should play hide n go seek. There are plenty of rooms in this house."
"Okay sure. Might get lost though..." Trudeau suggested, like a pussy.
Macron grinned, "guess we will have to stick together ;)"
"Will you search for us?"
trump grinned slyly, turning away from the two whores on the love seat.
"sure thing. i'll give you a head start." he said, now fully facing away from them. he counted to 50 to let them scitter scatter away. Baren stumbles into the room as soon as trump is done counting to 50.
"papà! i haven't eaten in 72 hours and you fired our maids for being mexican and i do not know the location of the kitchen. please papa may i have some sustinence." trumped shoved his son out of the way.
"shut up baby. daddy's playing hide n seek with his... associates."
Trudeau and Macron were far off into the whitehosue at this point. Their intent was to ditchc their orange companion. It was two months since the pair had seen one another- now it was time to catch up 😳. They found Ivanka's room, throwing themselves onto the bed.
the canadian man unbuckled his belt and laid on his back.
"you can do the rest baby." he smirked up at the french man.
"what i wanna bottom." macron groaned.
"last time i didn't cum you owe me one." trudeau said, raising his voice.
"fine fine! i guess you like this cock up in ya ass dirty boy." the french man dug his schlong out of his white panties.
"how long do you figure we have before he finds us?" trudeau breathes heavily into macrons ear.
"At least 16 minutes, you know how he hobbled," Macron laughed, ready to shlip his schlong in.
"Hold up there, eh. I'm dry as a fuckin log. Is there anything we could use?"
Macron's eyes searched the room. "Hon hon hon hon vaporub," he says in a throaty growl.
"Is that eco friendly?" Trudeau questioned.
"I don't care," Macron stated, aggressively rubbing on his shlong.
Trudeau laughed. "silly goose!"
macron furiously applied the vaporub into trudeau's asshole. "trump will be here soon, no?"
the door whipped against the wall, the hinges snapping off. trump towered in the doorway.
"i wasn't invited to this international meeting?" he asked, dropping his voice with sarcasm.
"hon hon hon... you're JUSTIN time." macron thrusted his girth into trudeau.
Trump sighed, just as his phone began ringing in his pocket. "Oh, a facetime request from.... Prince Harry."
The three men exchanged glances. trump dropped his xxl pants and pulled out his xxl meat. He picked up the call, an image is the naked prince appearing on the screen. Harry smiled, "I see the meeting had already started, huh?"
"too bad i can't lick those ginger pubes." trump chirps into the camera.
"comes at the price of my soul." harry groaned while stroking his pale thin penis.
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