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| Prussia | Dec 6 2010, 08:44 AM Post #251 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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I don't remember Russia ever getting dressed so... )) Prussia moved one hand to Russia's member to begin lightly stroking it while his other hand tweaked his nipples. He kissed him roughly pushing closer 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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| Russia | Dec 6 2010, 08:52 AM Post #252 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and moaned, kissing him roughly. He tangled his fingers in his hair and kissed him harder, pressing 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 6 2010, 08:55 AM Post #253 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia finally moved his other hand down to his entrance, even though he was stretched not too long ago, and slipped in two fingers right away to begin stretching Russia again. He forced his tongue into his mouth to wrestle his tongue and picked up the pace of his strokes. |
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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 6 2010, 09:05 AM Post #254 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia wrestled his tongue roughly and kissed him deeper, muffling his loud moans. He moved his hips with Prussia's fingers, trying to get them in deeper. He slid a hand down his chest until he got to his pants. He undid his pants and tugged at them, biting down lightly on his tongue. |
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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 6 2010, 09:07 AM Post #255 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia glared at him and helped kick off his pants and then boxers next so happy to feel the tightness go away. He inserted a third finger stretching him again and decided to search for his prostate so he knew exactly where to hit when it came time to as his strokes slowed down. |
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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 6 2010, 09:09 AM Post #256 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled at the glare and moaned, running his hands over his sides. He kissed him deeper and moved a hand to his ass to squeeze it. He jumped a bit and moaned loudly when he brushed against his prostate. He moved his hips to try to get his fingers deeper so they could hit it harder.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 6 2010, 09:12 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 | Dec 6 2010, 09:13 AM Post #257 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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When Prussia found his prostate he quickly removed his fingers and position himself before slowly entering not being really patient anymore. He aimed right for his prostate as he held onto his hips lifting them up so he could get in deeper and stopped when he was finally fully sheathed. |
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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 6 2010, 09:18 AM Post #258 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia hissed but he moaned loudly as the pain was replaced by sheer pleasure as he hit his prostate. He tilted his head back and moaned loudly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he tried to move and get him deeper. |
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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 6 2010, 09:22 AM Post #259 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia was breathing heavily and let out a small moan forcing himself to stay still for the time being knowing that he had hit his prostate but still refused to move. He leaned down and nibbled on his pulse lifting his hips a little higher. |
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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 6 2010, 09:45 AM Post #260 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and wrapped his arms tightly around him. He bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly. "M-Move damn it....!" He hissed, trying to move his hips. |
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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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