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| Prussia | Dec 6 2010, 09:46 AM Post #261 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia smirked and bit his pulse hard before he slowly started moving. He also made a point to hit his prostate just barely as he continued to move at a very slow pace. It was killing him also because he wanted to move so badly wanting the friction but wanted to torture Russia as well. |
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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, 09:54 AM Post #262 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and closed his eyes tighter before he groaned and pushed Prussia back, climbing over him before he started impaling himself on him at a fast pace, moaning loudly. |
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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, 10:00 AM Post #263 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned louder and tilted his head back feeling his grip loosen on his hips as he moved. He let it last for a few minutes before tightening his grip on his hips again to make him slow 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, 10:09 AM Post #264 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia groaned and closed his eyes tightly. "D-Damn it, stop fucking slowing down...." He moaned, breathing heavily as he pulled his hands away. |
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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, 10:12 AM Post #265 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"F..fine then." he said loosening his grip so he could go back to the pace he had set before. Prussia helped him go faster and moved his hips to meet his thrusts so he could go in deeper moaning loudly. |
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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, 10:21 AM Post #266 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly. He moaned louder when his prostate was hit dead on. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes tighter, shivering as he moved to bury his face in Prussia's neck. |
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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, 10:23 AM Post #267 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia nibbled on his ear continuing to aim for his prostate as he met his thrusts helping him to go faster. His moans were getting louder as he moved one hand to run his fingers gently across Russia's member. |
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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, 10:29 AM Post #268 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia bit his lip hard, trying to stifle his moans as he kept hitting his prostate. The red liquid started to drip onto the albino's neck as he kept biting harder, pressing closer to 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 6 2010, 10:34 AM Post #269 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"St..stop biting your l..lip..." he moaned heavily feeling the liquid on the skin. Prussia stopped touching his member and thrusting into him to make him stop. |
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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, 11:00 AM Post #270 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shook his head and moaned, nibbling lightly on his pulse. "I-I can't help it....J...Just keep going." He murmured, closing 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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