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| Prussia | Feb 18 2011, 09:38 PM Post #2081 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Do you want me to stop?" he asked knowing this would definitely hurt a lot. |
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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, 09:40 PM Post #2082 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"It doesn't matter anymore, you're already doing it." He mumbled, rolling his eyes. |
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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, 09:41 PM Post #2083 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Fine, then if you want to hurt." he said pushing in a third finger to begin stretching 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, 09:49 PM Post #2084 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly, trying to relax. "Maybe if you turned...the fucking...vibrator on...lower, it would go by faster and I wouldn't feel like I was going to die from not being able to...release." He mumbled between various moans. |
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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, 09:51 PM Post #2085 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia turned it on the lowest setting and pushed in a fourth one trying to stretch him wider nearly ready. ((Gott I would hate to see Russia's revenge...)) |
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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, 09:55 PM Post #2086 |
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Ivan Braginski
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>8D)) Russia arched his back, biting his abused lip even harder until blood began to drip onto the bedding and pillows. He closed his eyes tightly and rested 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, 09:57 PM Post #2087 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Stop biting your lip or I'm going to turn the vibrator up." he warned him moving to position himself. |
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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, 10:41 PM Post #2088 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Fuck you." Russia mumbled, clenching his fists as he closed his eyes tighter. |
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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, 10:50 PM Post #2089 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia turned it on medium at least and had to bite his lip feeling it touch his own member as he slowly, very slowly began to push into Russia. Even after the stretching it was tight as hell. |
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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, 11:04 PM Post #2090 |
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Ivan Braginski
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((Well Gee I wonder why :I)) Russia hissed and bit his lip, spasming and kicking out as he reflexively began tightening, feeling tears form at the pain of his lip and his ass. |
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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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