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| Prussia | Dec 29 2010, 07:49 PM Post #151 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia smirked and hummed as he continued to get more in his mouth before pulling away slowly to suck the tip hard. He moved one hand to lightly rub his thighs while the other one still stroked what wasn't in his mouth. |
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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 29 2010, 07:53 PM Post #152 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moaned louder and moved one of his hands to his mouth, biting the back of it so he could stay quiet as he rocked his hips. |
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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 29 2010, 07:55 PM Post #153 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moved his free hand to pull his hand away as he began to bob his head slowly still humming lightly. He began to go faster as he also picked up his stroking pace. |
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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 29 2010, 08:51 PM Post #154 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia moans grew in volume and he rocked his hips, feeling himself start to get close to his climax. He opened his eyes a little and watched Prussia for a minute as his body got really hot. |
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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 29 2010, 09:06 PM Post #155 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia suddenly too nearly his whole member in into his mouth and lightly prodded his entrance with a finger. |
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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 29 2010, 09:10 PM Post #156 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia gasped and moaned loudly as he finally reached his climax. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to calm his breathing and heart rate. "S-Shit...It is...backwards..." |
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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 29 2010, 09:11 PM Post #157 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia shrugged lightly running his teeth over the length as he pushed in a finger slowly. If it was backwards he would actually try to stop 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 29 2010, 09:14 PM Post #158 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shivered and moaned, biting his lip. "I...T-That should be good enough." He murmured, meaning his touches on his member. |
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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 29 2010, 09:16 PM Post #159 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia pulled away and continued to move his one finger. He kissed back up to his pulse and made a hickey there as he added a second one. |
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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 29 2010, 09:21 PM Post #160 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia winced and his breath hitched slightly as he wrapped his arms around his shoulder. After he started to get used to the feeling, he began to move his hips to get them in 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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