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A high pitched moan escaped his throat, muffled by the hand clamped around his mouth, tightening with every twitch of the cock buried deep inside him. He was on his hands and knees for this man, enjoying every second of it. Fingers were splayed wide against his bare stomach, the slap and squelch of skin on skin echoing through the small office. Both drunk off the sensation, the thrill of the moment. He didn't care if they were caught, if in a couple years their secret would come out. All that mattered was right here, right now, in the bliss of the pounding into his ass.
"Shhhhh, baby, it's ok, you're doing so good for me," Clinton rasped, his voice silky smooth. His free hand moved down, until it wrapped around the small, hard member. Another breathy moan escaped Trump's throat, his whole body tensing, embarrassment running through him. He was weak, way too weak for this man.
A low groan resonated behind him, thrusts getting firmer as the grip around his puny dick tightened. The hand around his mouth came to clamp his shoulder, fingers digging in as both men chased their release, a feral hunger in the air. Lewd noises filled every crevice of the room, took up all the space in their brains. Moans came higher, louder, breaths drew faster, the frantic pace quickening further.
"Fuck- fuck Bubba faster," Trump whined. "More, more, please-"
Another grunt came in response, hips stuttering slightly, cock rapidly bottoming in and out of his ass. A slight squeeze, a small tug on his orange dick, he was close, he was so close. "Come for me, baby." A shudder ran through his body, heat coiling tighter and tighter around his stomach. His cock twitched, once, twice, before he let go. Hot, sticky, white rushed out of him, a screamlike moan tearing through him as he saw white, the soft touch on his cock never ceasing. He would collapsed if not for the strong arm supporting his midsection.
"Fuck, seeing you come undone for me, it's-" He paused, squeezing his eyes shut as a soft moan escaped his lips. "I'm close, fuck, you feel so good-"
His pace was erratic now, breaths sharp and short, moans coming faster. "Ah! Oh shit, oh fuck-" He thrust in again, pulling Trump in closer. He could feel every spurt of the milky liquid inside him, the sensation making his cock grow hard again. Groaning in pleasure, Clinton eased himself out of Trump's asshole, both men breathless and panting on the floor.
They sat for a moment, savoring the peace of the now-quiet office, staying post-orgasm haze, just taking a moment to recover from being fucked senseless.
"To tell you the truth, Bubba, I have to head out, I've got an appointment in thirty," Trump stood shakily, still bare. He started to collect his clothes, shed in the frenzy that had occurred earlier. Clinton watched in silence as he shuffled back into them, jumping several times for the jeans, still tracking his movements as he started toward the door, running his fingers through his thin hair. As his hand brushed the doorknob, he turned.
"Same time next week?"
A sly grin spread across both mens's faces.
"Of course, Donny."