Vlad Putin, having fooled the White House security under the clever guise of a Republican tech operator, enters the Oval Office doors. General Secretary Trump of the United Soviets of America stares back at him with a devilish grin on his face. He is out of his chair, lying on his desk, his wig removed to reveal his unkept pure white elderly frock. Before him were multiple piles of illegally acquired documents directly from the Democratic National Committee, confidential CIA actions, and the papers for multiple trade deals and cooperative military strikes with their signature lines pointed toward Putin.
Gladly, Vladimir approached the desk, then gathered together all the papers, folded them with his delicate authoritarian hands, and placed them in his coat pocket for later use back home. Trump looked up at him. “I love a strong leader, you know, I do,” he said, “and you’re strong, real strong, I respect that, real strong.” Putin smiled and said to Trump in his spy language: “Thank you Mr Trump. It’s good that we two compliment each other so, I think.”
The Donald gave a cheeky smirk, then removed himself from the desk by rolling back towards his chair, then bending down beneath it and out of view of the Russian. He then undressed, taking off his extremely oversized coat (with difficulty), and then the rest, and placing it all on top of an already desecrated US flag under his chair. He stood, exposing his whole, fat body to his favorite fuckbuddy since 1980. He pointed to his crotch: “It’s a big one, isn’t it? I know, a big one. I’m proud of it, it’s mine, it’s a big one, very proud. You’ll love it.”
Putin prepared Trump. “Ah, but it is my turn first.” At that moment, he snapped his fingers, and his clothes fell from his body, leaving only a scarcely covering KGB training suit. An AK-47 also fell to the ground from the back of his coat. Trump eagerly climbed over the desk, then folded over it, revealing his pompous expensive asshole to Vladdy. Putin pulled back the final covering of his tiny Eurasian penis, and approached Trump. He grabbed him by his hips, then infiltrated his servers. Trump choked. “I love it, it’s working, keep going, you don’t stop doing things when they’re working, so keep going, it’s gonna be great.”
Vlad continued to thrust himself into Trump, moaning at the sweet sweet feeling of Puting his cock into American politics once again. He hadn’t had this much fun with a US politician since George, he thought. He moved faster and faster, and each push was harder and harder. Trump continued to speak under his groans of pleasure. “I appreciate what you’re doing here, I really do, it’s great, you’re a great person. Great person. Much better than Obama, a lot stronger. I didn’t like Obama so much. You’re much better.”
Putin felt himself nearing, so a few moments before he released, he shouted to Trump, to the White House, and the United States, “GOOD LUCK ASSAD!”, then flew by his jets into Trump’s borders. A little while later, a Vermont Senator came in who had been watching (and masturbating to) the entire scene, to find Trump, nude and abused, and Putin nowhere to be seen. Trump panted to Bernie, “I told you, I told you and her. We’re gonna win so hard, we’ll be tired of winning.