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| Prussia | Dec 15 2010, 04:13 PM Post #951 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad tried not to moan to the point he sounded needy but couldn't help it because he'd been out here long enough to the point it was beginning to hurt so he kind of needed release as soon as possible. |
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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 15 2010, 04:15 PM Post #952 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia kissed his temple and undid his pants, moving them down a bit before he began stroking him, moving his hand quickly.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 15 2010, 04:18 PM.
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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 15 2010, 04:20 PM Post #953 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad bucked slightly and maoned loudly hating at how he was sounding so desperate. His arms wrapped around Russia holding him tightly as he buried his face into his neck.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 15 2010, 04:20 PM.
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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 15 2010, 04:22 PM Post #954 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled and kissed him deeply, moving his hand quicker. He twisted his hand slightly to cause an even greater sensation while teasing the head with his thumb. |
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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 15 2010, 04:25 PM Post #955 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad kissed him back and took just another few minutes before he finally moaned loudly releasing. It felt so good to finally have the feeling gone and just hoped it stayed away because the amount he thinks they splashed on him might've been more than the other got. |
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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 15 2010, 04:27 PM Post #956 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia cleaned his hand off before he picked up Kalinigrad and carried him back to the house. "Do you want to go to bed?" |
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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 15 2010, 04:30 PM Post #957 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Ja..." he said nodding his head and staying close to him.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 15 2010, 04:30 PM.
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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 15 2010, 04:36 PM Post #958 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia nodded and took him to his room. He kissed his forehead lightly and pulled the covers over him, stroking his cheek. "If you need anything, just let me know." |
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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 15 2010, 04:37 PM Post #959 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Kaliningrad nodded snuggling into the sheets, "Thank you." |
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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 15 2010, 04:41 PM Post #960 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"You're welcome." Russia smiled and ruffled his hair before going to the living room. |
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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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