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| Prussia | Dec 11 2010, 09:39 PM Post #751 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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East Germany tried not to smirk before going out of the bedroom to grab the bottle. Kaliningrad moaned a little and grinded back unzipping his pants enough to slip his hand in and palm him through his boxers. |
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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, 09:44 PM Post #752 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and rocked his hips slightly, kissing him deeply. He moved a hand to his crotch and began to palm him with a lot of pressure. |
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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, 09:46 PM Post #753 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad moaned moving his hips a little as he added more pressure nearly grabbing his clothed member but never did. East Germany got back this time not glaring but trying to hide a smirk ashe brought the bottle over to Russia. |
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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, 09:51 PM Post #754 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned and bucked his hips slightly, palming him harder as he took the bottle. "T-Thanks." He said, breathing heavily as he looked over at East Germany. |
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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, 09:52 PM Post #755 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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There was annoyance evident on East Germany's face but he didn't say anything just wanting him to drink the damn Vodka. Kaliningrad halted his movments biting his lip wondering what he had planned. |
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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, 09:55 PM Post #756 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia looked over at East Germany and smiled a bit. He groaned when Kalinigrad stopped and put his head on his shoulder. |
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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, 09:57 PM Post #757 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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East Germany's eye twitched wondering why he hadn't dranken it yet. "Aren't you going to drink?" Kaliningrad lightly ran his fingers over his member but stopped just a few seconds after starting. |
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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, 09:59 PM Post #758 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and watched East Germany. "Why do you want me to drink so badly?" |
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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, 10:01 PM Post #759 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"To help you with your sickness! Hell it might even be the case that you're sick because you haven't had vodka for awhile." he stated. |
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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, 10:03 PM Post #760 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shrugged, keeping his head on Kaliningrad's shoulder. |
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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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