Trump blowing Bubbles

Trump passionately grabs Bill by the chin.

He whispers, “why don’t you just shut up for a minute.”

He fixes his glance into Bill’s eyes.

Bill is shaking in shock.

Without notice, Trump pushes his tiny, skinny lips against Bill’s equally thin lips.

Their lips, smushed together, moved in unison with each other.

Bill closes his eyes as he relaxes and melts into the kiss.

Trump immediately grabs his opponent’s hips, pulling their bodies close.

Surprisingly, Bill kisses back harder and licks the bottom of Trump’s lips, deepening the kiss.

Epstein stands by in silence, flustered and somewhat turned on.

Bill pushes trump's large body towards the pedestal, shoving his leg between trump's thighs.

Trump's short arms were placed behind him to keep his balance.

Bill grinds his knee against Trump's groin, eliciting noises out of him.

Trump tries to muffle his moans by covering his mouth with his sleeve, but it isn't enough.

Epstein looks over to Putin, the camera man, who still has to the cameras pointed at the podiums.

A crewmate named Prince Andrew is telling the people to cut the cameras, but the public has already seen enough.

Trump feels his ass being grabbed and gasps.

Bill smirks against Trump's lips.

In response, Trump pulls away, heavily breathing.

"W-WE CAN'T DO THIS. YOU'RE PART OF THE RADICAL LEFT!" he exclaims.

Bill seductively leans closer to trump's ear.

It smells, but he doesn't care.

Bill whispers into the orange man's magical healing self regenerating ear, "fake news."