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It’s hairy. Hairy and disgusting. Hairy and digusting and just flat out unsightly. Switzerland doesn’t want to be doing this. Switzerland can’t believe he’s doing it. Rubbing England’s coarse ass hairs like he would comfort a sick goat. It’s downright sickening. But damn it all, England has power. England has influence—England can do more for Switzerland and Liechtenstein with one fist than Switzerland could do with all his might. There is a war going on outside, and the only thing Switzerland has to protect himself is patriotism and dying hope.
So Switzerland will massage England’s hairy ass until he comes. He’ll rub England’s hairy ass until he comes twenty times in ten minutes, if that’s what it takes to guarantee his and Liechtenstein’s safety.
It’s all he can do.
So Switzerland will massage England’s hairy ass until he comes. He’ll rub England’s hairy ass until he comes twenty times in ten minutes, if that’s what it takes to guarantee his and Liechtenstein’s safety.
It’s all he can do.