hold it in 2c/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 11:43:08 UTC
Austria glares at you again and rolls his violet eyes, not amused by your 'humour'. "Do you have anything to change into?" he asks and you nod, allowing Poland to speak.
"Yeah, like, I have stuff to change into," he mumbles as he grabs the paper bag and dashes for the bathroom even though he has no idea where it is.
"Bathroom's the third door on the left!" Austria calls out as he comes over to your side of the table. He's puzzled by the sheer amount of water on the carpet and is about to ask questions when you push him to the kitchen, asking him to get a mop to clean up while you change. He sighs in exasperation and agrees and you head to your room, grinning to yourself.
Who knew watching Poland lose control could feel so good? In the privacy of your room, you unzip your jeans, pulling down your underwear, freeing your erection. You stroke yourself, slowly, teasing the tip, spreading the wetness from your tip all over, rubbing your thumb against the underside and as you think of how Poland's hips jerked forward your hand movements get faster. You recall how his fingers felt on you and with a low grunt, you spill white over your fingers but you don't feel satisfied, you need to bury yourself into someone's tight heat... You clean yourself up, changing your clothes rapidly and when you leave your room, you're greeted by a very embarrassed looking Poland, dressed in a female sailor outfit, the kind worn by Japanese students. From the telltale blush on his cheeks, you know he has worn every single piece of clothing you put into the paper bag. You grin, brain telling your twitching cock that satisfaction would come very soon.
You leave the house, arm around Poland leaving a very annoyed Austria to clean up after you. You tell him you won't be home for dinner, so he can have Germany all to himself and he flushes so red that it puts the ripest tomatoes to shame. You usher Poland into your car and after you get in, you look at him properly and indeed, his hands are covering the tent underneath his short skirt.
"Put your hands aside," you say and with a pout, Poland does so.
is it okay? author!anon has never written anything to do with watersports before (looks worried) in any case, the final part should be up on monday. bloody windows phone...
Re: hold it in 2c/3
anonymous
December 3 2010, 21:58:53 UTC
Not OP, but I thought this most recent scene was unexpectedly hot! I like the addition of a not-involved third-party... and yum! to Prussia showing the disciplinarian streak that he must have, given his military history.
"Yeah, like, I have stuff to change into," he mumbles as he grabs the paper bag and dashes for the bathroom even though he has no idea where it is.
"Bathroom's the third door on the left!" Austria calls out as he comes over to your side of the table. He's puzzled by the sheer amount of water on the carpet and is about to ask questions when you push him to the kitchen, asking him to get a mop to clean up while you change. He sighs in exasperation and agrees and you head to your room, grinning to yourself.
Who knew watching Poland lose control could feel so good? In the privacy of your room, you unzip your jeans, pulling down your underwear, freeing your erection. You stroke yourself, slowly, teasing the tip, spreading the wetness from your tip all over, rubbing your thumb against the underside and as you think of how Poland's hips jerked forward your hand movements get faster. You recall how his fingers felt on you and with a low grunt, you spill white over your fingers but you don't feel satisfied, you need to bury yourself into someone's tight heat... You clean yourself up, changing your clothes rapidly and when you leave your room, you're greeted by a very embarrassed looking Poland, dressed in a female sailor outfit, the kind worn by Japanese students. From the telltale blush on his cheeks, you know he has worn every single piece of clothing you put into the paper bag. You grin, brain telling your twitching cock that satisfaction would come very soon.
You leave the house, arm around Poland leaving a very annoyed Austria to clean up after you. You tell him you won't be home for dinner, so he can have Germany all to himself and he flushes so red that it puts the ripest tomatoes to shame. You usher Poland into your car and after you get in, you look at him properly and indeed, his hands are covering the tent underneath his short skirt.
"Put your hands aside," you say and with a pout, Poland does so.
is it okay? author!anon has never written anything to do with watersports before (looks worried) in any case, the final part should be up on monday. bloody windows phone...
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