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I have had a fetish for russia.
Everyday i suffer through 8 hours of work, i dash with my car as fast as possible only to come back home.
i shred my pants off quickly (i have to buy a new pair every day but it's worth it), look at the wall sized russian flag in my living room (i always find myself lost in it's beauty).
It's beautiful.
My boner is unstoppable now, time to masturbate.
As i meditate on the beauty of the flag, i stroke my phallus harder than any creature has done, but it's not enough.
i hope on my computer, put on putin's speeches compilation, max volume.
This is perfect, back to masturbating.
I climax, throwing around 17,125,200 liters of cum, which is equivalent of russia's land size
i give the flag one last look, the tricolor is just so mesmerizing
Cleaning it up feels so good, it's as if i was fondling a soft preteen virgin girl.
But this does not quench my thirst.
I quickly go to the bedroom, find my onahole-pillow combination, which has the russian map imprinted on it.
This is beyond perfect.
i fuck it, filling it with dubious amount of semen.
i lay down there, exhausted, with the russian anthem playing in the background, which is programmed to start right after i cum in my russia onahole.
today was a good day, it was worth it.
