Obama slowly slid his hands across Trump's chest, traveling farther and farther to his crotch. Trump gave him a thin lipped grin and hoisted him on top of the desk, laying him back and leaning over his already exposed stomach. He lightly kissed all over his stomach, reaching to undo Obama's zipper in the process. Obama slid his hands through Trump's hair when Trump moved farther down to kiss his inner thigh. He let off a soft moan and a gasp of his lover's name.
"I bet Ted never makes you feel this good, does he." Trump smirked. Barack gave a soft gasp as a sudden movement caused him to find himself bent over the desk. Trump unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, giving Obama's ass a nice, firm smack.
"Mmmn! God yes!" Obama shrieked aloud. Trump chuckled and reached around to stroke his hard, dripping cock.
"You'd better keep quiet. Wouldn't want Michelle to see you like this now would you?"
Obama bit his lip and shook his head as Trump pulled down his briefs and opened a nearby drawer. Slathering his fingers with lube he gently prodded at Obama's lovehole, smirking when he gasped aloud when he was suddenly intruded.
(k yeah so like...im about to die my eyes are drooping as i typed this crap. sleepy as a shitlog so i'll update tommorow or something like that even if no one reads this because i've stumbled across some weird shit and now you must feel my pain. peace and boytits.)