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| Prussia | Dec 12 2010, 12:02 PM Post #841 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia continued to nibble on his ear and kissed down to his pulse and lightly bit it. East Germany moved a hand to ghost his crotch. |
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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, 12:05 PM Post #842 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned lightly, tilting his head. He bit his lip harder, closing his eyes as he lightly traced East Germany's spine. |
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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, 12:06 PM Post #843 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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East Germany shivered and lightly palmed him for only a few seconds before pulling his hand away. Prussia continued to nibbled on his pulse as his hands worked their way under his shirt. |
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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, 12:12 PM Post #844 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and arched into his hands slightly, pulling East Germany closer. He tilted his head and lightly kissed Prussia, smiling against his lips. |
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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, 12:14 PM Post #845 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia kissed him back moving his hands up to tweak Russia's nipples as East Germany added pressure to his palming. |
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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, 12:19 PM Post #846 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia pushed his tongue into his mouth, moaning as he arched his back and moved his hips against East Germany's hand. He moved his hand down his back and slipped his hand in his pants to gently squeeze his ass. |
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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, 12:21 PM Post #847 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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East Germany moaned a little caught off guard squeezed his ass a little before palming him with more pressure. Prussia wrestled his tongue roughly moving to pull his shirt off. |
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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, 12:25 PM Post #848 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia helped Prussia, moaning a bit louder as he kissed him rougher. He bucked his hips a little, moving 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 12 2010, 12:27 PM Post #849 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moved onto the couch and pulled Russia toward him a little to continue kissing him roughly. East Germany unzipped his pants and pulled them off so he could take off his boxers. He then lighly ran his fingers over his 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 12 2010, 12:30 PM Post #850 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and moaned, rocking his hips against East Germany's hand, wanting more friction. He kissed Prussia rougher, moving a hand up to tangle his fingers in his hair. |
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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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