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| Prussia | Jan 2 2011, 01:52 PM Post #281 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia growled and glared at Russia as his body relaxed even more. "Why listen did you listen to 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 | Jan 2 2011, 01:59 PM Post #282 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia shrugged a bit and stroked his cheek as Soviet Russia chuckled and began pulling Prussia's clothes off. Russian Empire helped with the task and tugged his tail lightly. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:00 PM Post #283 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned again and bit his lip to quiet the sounds trying to make it difficult to take his clothes 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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:05 PM Post #284 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia continued to rub his ears as they got his pants off, soon followed by his boxers and shirt. Russian Empire continued to lightly tug on his tail as Soviet Russia pushed two fingers inside of 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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:06 PM Post #285 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia's body was heating up quickly and his breathing was getting heavier. His moans got louder with each tug and didn't help when Soviet Russia pushed in two fingers. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:10 PM Post #286 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Soviet Russia scissored his fingers for a while before he pushed in another finger. Russia smiled and stroked his hair, kissing his forehead. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:11 PM Post #287 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia glared at them and couldn't help but arch his back a little moaning. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:14 PM Post #288 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Soviet Russia laughed lightly and added another finger, moving them quickly. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:15 PM Post #289 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia closed his eyes tightly and moaned. |
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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 | Jan 2 2011, 02:17 PM Post #290 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Soviet Russia continued stretching him for a while, smiling widely. He pulled his fingers out after a while and began pulling off his clothes as Russian Empire did the same. |
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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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