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Donald wasn't one for the adult sex but something about Bill Clinton caught his eye that night. His pursed, tiny lips, his flush red skin. His wrinkles. He had to have him. He was visiting the island with his favorite foreign friend and he wanted Bill. Expediously.
“Bill…” He approaches the other man wantonly, seductively.
“W-w-what do you want, D-donald?!” Bill stutters out in annoyance.
“I've seen you, noticing me across the room. Bigly.” He licks his lips. “You want me, Bill Clinton. I know you do.” His foreign friend chortles and claps his hands from beside him.
“Yes! It is clear.” His foreign friend adds in his agreement.
“T-t-trump you must be out of your mind! I only have eyes for Hilary and every other woman on this planet!” Bill protests, Bigly.
“Then I can be a woman for you.” He puckers his lips, seductively.
Bill contemplates for a moment. “I've never been with a man…(only the children on the island.) Is it different?”
“It can't be that different! Let's do it! Foreign friend, capture me like a french girl and let's hope this doesn't come back to haunt us twenty years from now!”
Donald is euphoric with Bill's dick down his throat. And he knows, in his heart of hearts, that nothing of the island will ever come to public scrutiny or to ruin him.
The end.