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| Bunny+3; If having bunny ears and tail wasn't bad enough, there has to be three Russias as well. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 12 2010, 03:03 PM (11,095 Views) | |
| Prussia | Dec 23 2010, 05:40 PM Post #51 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Dammit I knew this was a bad idea. Prussia closed his eyes finding his strength pretty much leave him thanks to the massasaging of his ears and shivered. He bit his lip so no sound could escape. |
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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 24 2010, 11:13 PM Post #52 |
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Ivan Braginski
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The third Russia palmed him with more pressure, kissing his cheek as the second Russia moved to form another hickey on his neck.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 26 2010, 10:37 AM.
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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 24 2010, 11:16 PM Post #53 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia bit his lip more but moaned lightly. He would try pushing to get away but the ears didn't help. |
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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 26 2010, 01:01 AM Post #54 |
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Ivan Braginski
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The first Russia kissed his head and continued his little massage while the other three kept working. The third Russia began slowly pumping him, keeping a very light grip on his member.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 29 2010, 03:21 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 26 2010, 01:04 AM Post #55 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia bit his lip trying not to moan but was soon unsuccessful moaning lightly. He was now at least trying to stop himself from bucking his hips. |
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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 26 2010, 01:13 AM Post #56 |
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Ivan Braginski
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All three Russia's smiled and the second Russia began tugging on his tail. |
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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 26 2010, 01:14 AM Post #57 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia couldn't help but moan louder at the 'abuse' of his tail and tried to get away shaking his head. "N..nein..." he mumbled. |
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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 26 2010, 01:17 AM Post #58 |
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Ivan Braginski
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That just made the second Russia laugh and keep tugging as the third one started to stroke him with more pressure. |
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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 26 2010, 01:22 AM Post #59 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Prussia moaned louder and closed his eyes tigthly trying so hard to stop at least the tugs on his tail. "N..no mo..more pull..pu..pulling..." he breathed heavily. ((And more rape...kind of but TWO CANNOT FIT )) Edited by Prussia, Dec 26 2010, 02:11 AM.
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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 26 2010, 12:50 PM Post #60 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Second Russia chuckled and shook his head as the third Russia paused in his stroking to pull his pants and boxers completely off before he went back to it. "Just relax~." The third Russia murmured.
Edited by Prussia, Dec 26 2010, 12:50 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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