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| Prussia | Dec 12 2010, 01:16 AM Post #801 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad's legs slowly wrapped around him wanting him in deeper and his arms moved around Russia as well. His moans grew louder little by little. |
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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 12 2010, 01:26 AM Post #802 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled and kissed him deeply, moving a bit so he could get in deeper, nibbling on his lip. |
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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 12 2010, 01:28 AM Post #803 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad continued to moan as he kissed him back wrestling his tongue roughly. He arched his back wanting more, wanting him to move faster. |
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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 12 2010, 01:32 AM Post #804 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moved faster, kissing him rougher as he pulled him closer to get 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 12 2010, 01:34 AM Post #805 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad continued to move his hips to meet his thrusts until he moaned loudly into the kiss arching his back. He had finally found his bundle of nerves and wanted him to continue hitting it. |
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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 12 2010, 01:40 AM Post #806 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled and moaned, kissing him as he went faster to hit his prostate harder. |
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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 12 2010, 01:41 AM Post #807 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad's moans escalated as his fingernails bit into Russia's back and was beginning to see 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 12 2010, 01:47 AM Post #808 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned, pressing him closer as he moved faster, moving his lips to his neck to bite at his pulse. |
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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 12 2010, 01:49 AM Post #809 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad moaned loudly and finally saw completely white. His moans reached a new pitch as he tightened up and climaxed. |
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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 12 2010, 01:51 AM Post #810 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned as he tightened around him and continued thrusting for a minute before he released, moaning louder. He rolled onto his back, pulling Kaliningrad to his chest as he pulled out. |
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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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