It was another warm and humid day in Rome when the Trump family jet landed in the airport. Donald looked out of the tinted window and sighed. It was the last thing a wealthy, powerful young man would want - what parents made their 19 year old son go to a foreign Catholic school??
The setting contrasted Donald's mood. From the limousine that took the beefy, orange youth to his new home, beautiful scenery whizzed past. Terrace villas and great gardens flashed by, olive farms on his other side, yet none of this was of interest to Trump.
"Our scenery is much better in the States," thought Trump in disgust, "They need more McDonald's and Chick-Fil-A's." By the time he reached the magnificent cathedral that would be his life for the next few agonizing years, the dribble that was dripping from Donald's chubby chin had started to pool nicely in a smelly puddle on his crimson tie. When the driver opened the door, Trump heaved his thicc thighs out onto the cobbled road and groaned with every step he took closer to the giant marble archway at the entrance of the school. The local students glanced at him in wonder - they had never seen a man so wide or with such a peculiar skin colour, (his face was the same shade as the terracotta pots that lined the roads). Donald J. Trump had officially arrived.
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Trump X Pope (smut)
RomansaWhen a high-school rich boy moves to a Catholic school, he hates every moment. Until one day, he stumbles upon the most unlikely - but extremely sexy - love of his life. Donald doesn't realise it, but this is the beginning of an erotic and extremely...
