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| Prussia | Dec 11 2010, 08:55 PM Post #741 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad moaned lightly and put his hand back on his crotch to palm 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 11 2010, 09:00 PM Post #742 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and traced his tongue over the shell of his ear. |
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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 11 2010, 09:03 PM Post #743 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad shivered again and added more pressure having his other hand move to his zipper. East Germany walked in and frowned. "You don't look that tired." |
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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 11 2010, 09:06 PM Post #744 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and pulled away to look at East Germany. "He's keeping me up. Why? Are you jealous?" He asked with a sly smile. |
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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 11 2010, 09:08 PM Post #745 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"No." he said a little defensively. Kaliningrad decided to keep palming him since East Germany couldn't really see him doing that. |
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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 11 2010, 09:21 PM Post #746 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned lightly and pulled him closer. "It sounds like it~" |
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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 11 2010, 09:23 PM Post #747 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"I'm not jealous... You haven't drinken Vodka in a couple days, are you feeling sick?" he asked tired of him picking favorites pretty much. Kaliningrad rolled his eyes and added more pressure. |
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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 11 2010, 09:30 PM Post #748 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and smiled at East Germany. "Maybe I am sick. I just haven't really had...a lust for vodka." He said, smiling wider. |
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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 11 2010, 09:33 PM Post #749 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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East Germany frowned wondering when they could have a little more fun with the aphrodisiacs and completely missed the hint that Russia knew about it. "You probably are sick but sometimes getting drunk helps." he stated just wanting him to drink at least a little bit. Kaliningrad rolled his eyes and moved his legs around Russia's waist to pull him closer still palming 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 11 2010, 09:37 PM Post #750 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Hm....Maybe. Go get the bottle and we'll see." He said, moaning as he grinded Kaliningrad's hips lightly. |
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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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