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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 12:43 PM Post #2061 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia continued to thrust deeply and quickly into him trying to find his prostate as he continued to strok him in time with his thrusts. It wasn't like he had to be worried about him releasing early anyway. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 18 2011, 04:20 PM Post #2062 |
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Ivan Braginski
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D: dick.)) Russia arched his back and moaned loudly when he hit his prostate dead on, smacking his head against the headboard. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 04:27 PM Post #2063 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia continued to stroke him and heating that bundle of nerves. He moved his other hand to rub his head hoping it didn't hurt that badly because he didn't want him to hit his head. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 18 2011, 06:17 PM Post #2064 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned loudly and bit down on his fingers in reflex. He arched into him, feeling his climax coming closer, although he wouldn't be able to release. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 06:23 PM Post #2065 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia slowly stopped thrusting into him and pulled his hands away before pulling out. He bit his lip to hold back his own noise of irritation because he didn't want too but he wanted to continue torturing him. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 18 2011, 07:05 PM Post #2066 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia hissed and hit his head on the headboard again. "What...the hell are you doing?" He demanded, shaking a little. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 07:09 PM Post #2067 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Just having a little fun." he answered breathing a little heavy. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 18 2011, 07:20 PM Post #2068 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Bastard...." Russia mumbled, biting his lip. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 07:21 PM Post #2069 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia grabbed the vibrator and set it on a medium setting before pushing it back into Russia. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Feb 18 2011, 07:23 PM Post #2070 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia arched his back, closing his eyes tightly as he bit his lip harder. "Fuck...What, you'd rather fuck me with a mostly inanimate-ah!-Object than use your own dick?" He asked with a wide smile. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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