Ethan X Donald Trump
It was a wet, warm, humid Israeli summer. Just as Donald had just finished caressing the Kotel, "who paid for you?" But the old wall keeps her secrets. he presumptuously pondered the thought that his wall would be more magnificent than the loopholes he had jumped through to begin his own.
He didn't expect this though,as a bearded, olive beauty, slender as a model, hotter than the chilli heatwave Doritos on his breath man stepped through the doorway. His heart skipping a beat, the weight of the world crushing against the orange chest of the sleek blonde man. "I want him", he said to himself, "No, I need him; China can't have him." He knew seducing such a gorgeous man would be difficult, but when he attempted to speak the brown, curly-haired Jew slowly and yet oh so surely laid his finger against his red protruding lips. "Don't speak; let this moment last", the shimmering hazel eyes penatrated into his soul, a window into his right wing agenda.
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