Russian Winter Part 3
NULLIFICATION
Asoldier loses his jewels in the cold russian winter
` The line cut deeper into my flesh.... `

The agonising sweet itch in my crotch grew more intense with each reverbration
of the ghastly music notes. although my consciounce was nagging at the depths
of my subconsciounce I could not suppress the reaction of my manhood.

"It seems to be more than even a female batallion can handle!" She was
hysterical with lust as she downed another vodka.... My eyes could not strain
from her clean shaven pussy- a delicate pearl waiting for the release that
only manhood could offer her.

The frenzy of the night seemed to take hold of me- and the battalion of
gourgeous women assembled in stages of undress around me." This throbbing
member is just too good to ignore"

She mounted me- but not after biting both my nipples to isanity. I could feel
the sticky blood running down my abdomen and forming a puddle of goo in my
pubic hair. "This will not do" she exclaimed promptly and dismounted. "I need
a light!" she anounced to the audience. From somewhere gasoline and matches
were produced. A deep guttural moan emmitted from the crowd as she poured the
cold tank diesoline over my exposed self....  

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