Trump x Pope Francis (smut)

im going to hell for this, arent i?

first person pov now uwu

i watched as my ex, Donald trump danced on the stripper pole with surprising talent. he was wearing nothing but a thong and a lacy bra, and i felt myself getting hard as Donald started shaking his thick ass enticingly. god his ass was sexy.

i was transfixed as donald spun around the pole, unable to look at anything else. other people started cheering at this point, and were throwing money. i took out my remaining money and started throwing it as well, cheering along with the other people.

this went on for awhile before donald stopped dancing and looked out at the crowd, which had grown considerably. i froze as he locked eyes with me, and felt my heart beat faster. did he relise it was me in the fursuit, or was he just gawking at its ugliness like everyone else?

my suspicions were confirmed as he smirked playfully at me and winked. after that he returned to dancing, leaving me flustered at. he danced slowly and with great ease, as if he had been doing this all his life. he spun around the pole, shaking his cute ass some more. i felt as if he was deliberately teasing me, and if he was hell it was working, as i was already diamond hard. he knew how bad i wanted him.

i had ran out of money to throw long before he finseshed dancing. he stepped off the stage and started walking towards the backroom, but not before glancing over his shoulder at me and giving me another sexy wink, beckoning me to follow him.

i stood there in silence, watching him open the door to the back room and step in. i followed soon after, unable to resist his sexy allure. i was exited for what i knew was to cum.