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| Russia | Dec 2 2010, 02:02 PM Post #831 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and thrusted harder 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 | Dec 2 2010, 02:04 PM Post #832 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia began making a series of little bites and sucking around his neck and collarbone moaning loudly as he felt him hit his prostate. He arched his back moving his hips more to get in deeper.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 2 2010, 03:24 PM.
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:23 PM Post #833 |
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Russia kissed him deeply before he pulled out. He deepened the kiss as he quickly thrust back in, aiming for his prostate. He moaned and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him tightly. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:25 PM Post #834 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned loudly as his prostate was hit very purposefully and tightened his grip halting in kissing him from the electric bolt of pleasure that went through his body from that thrust. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:31 PM Post #835 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and kept up his hard thrusts, moving a hand down to stroke him. He smiled widely when his fingers brushed against the ring and he made his strokes lighter. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:32 PM Post #836 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia groaned at the slow strokes just wanting the ring to be removed as his moaning got louder and his vision filled with white. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:36 PM Post #837 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia thought for a second and smiled, leaving the ring on as he picked up his pace, moaning as he pressed him closer. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:39 PM Post #838 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia's vision was now nearly completely white and he normally would've released by now but... The fucking ring... He moaned loudly holding onto Russia tightly and bit over one of his hickeys hard hoping he would just take it off. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:44 PM Post #839 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia hissed and moaned, chuckling lightly before he finally took the ring off. |
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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 | Dec 2 2010, 03:45 PM Post #840 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned loudly in relief but held back at least for another five or so thrusts before finally releasing. |
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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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