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| Russia | Sep 21 2011, 05:55 PM Post #4221 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned loudly, moving his hips so that he could try and get the Prussian deeper into him. |
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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 | Sep 21 2011, 09:36 PM Post #4222 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia pushed his legs wider as he moved to attack his nipples and he was successfully getting in deeper now. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:13 AM Post #4223 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia gasped and moaned loudly, bucking his hips slightly. He tangled his fingers in the albino's hair and tried to catch his breath but found it nearly impossible. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:15 AM Post #4224 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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One of Prussia's hands began stroking him quickly while the other continued to push one leg to keep his deep fas thrusts inside of 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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:24 AM Post #4225 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia gasped before his moans grew in volume as he bucked his hips, trying to get more friction. He was finding it hard to breathe, but he was too wrapped in the the pleasure and lust to care too much. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:26 AM Post #4226 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia continued the ministrations stroking him in time with his thrusts trying to get him to release now. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:28 AM Post #4227 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia wasn't able to keep up for much longer before he finally released, his moans echoing off the walls as he threw his head back.
Edited by Prussia, Sep 22 2011, 08:29 AM.
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:30 AM Post #4228 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia could only last a few more thrusts into the tighter space before he released deeply inside of Russia as well. He was breathing heavily as he thrusted through his climax but he soon stopped putting Russia's leg down so he could rest it. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:34 AM Post #4229 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia panted heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly as he closed his eyes. He was completely exhausted now and just wanted to fall asleep. |
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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 | Sep 22 2011, 08:46 AM Post #4230 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia kissed his cheek softly rubbing his sides before he slowly pulled out of Russia to lie next to 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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