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| Prussia | Jan 2 2011, 03:30 PM Post #311 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia felt some pleasure now and moaned lightly still feeling more pain than anything else. |
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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, 03:34 PM Post #312 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Soviet Russia began moving to hit his prostate again as they began to move faster inside of him as Russia stroked him faster. |
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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, 03:38 PM Post #313 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned loudly as the pleasure nearly masked all the pain finally and he moved a little with them. It still hurt of course but it was easier to ignore now and he was beginning to feel the familiar knot in his stomach. |
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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, 03:44 PM Post #314 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russian Empire and Soviet Russia's moans got louder as they moved their hips faster to get deeper into the stretched albino. |
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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, 03:46 PM Post #315 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned louder moving with them and finally released moaning really loud. |
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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, 03:51 PM Post #316 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia smiled and continued to stroke him lightly as the other two moaned as they moved faster. Soon both reached their climax and released before they pull out of the albino, panting. Russia gently pulled Prussia to his chest, rubbing his back. |
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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, 03:53 PM Post #317 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia was breathing heavily and wrapped his arms around Russia trying to calm down. He also couldn't believe that it was already hurting again and closed his eyes tightly. |
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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, 03:57 PM Post #318 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Russia lightly rubbed his back and Soviet Russia looked over at him laughing. "Well, that was fun." He said, smirking as he rubbed his back. |
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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, 03:58 PM Post #319 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Fuck off..." he breathed heavily glaring at him because if he was hurting already how long was he exactly going to hurt. |
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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, 04:03 PM Post #320 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Soviet Russia grinned wickedly at him. "Maybe I should be even rougher next time." He said, kissing his hip. |
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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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