Hitler was actually murdered by Jews

He did not commit suicide

Moreover, the Jews actually committed suicide.

Hitler lives next door

What if jews created hitler so they could come across as victims and get free land in the middle east? what if? what if guise?

>>3
Mr Jolly lives next door.

Hitler lives behind my fridge, and runs a company called "Torah Land Holdings (Palestine) Inc"

fucking jews poor hittler chan!

>>4
Some have theorized that Hitler may have been funded by the Rothschilds with this very idea in mind. More historical study is needed to confirm this however.

What if Sri Lankans were actually from Titan, and moved to Earth 'cause they like the beach.  More historical study is needed to confirm this however.
Jesus you people are retarded.

>>8
Very cute, Jew. Now back to the ovens with you.

id NOT WRITE. It's... I just....)


Naveen managed ten long, even strokes, pushing in deep, then:

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Tiana said. She pulled on his shoulders and moved her hips against him, dragging a shallow roll out of him. "Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping," he said, "I'm-- ah, please, wait, let me--"

He slid his hand down her back and rolled so she was on top and he on bottom; her hair fell dark between them. Tiana settled on him and her breath caught in her throat; it shuddered in her chest. His hips jerked once, then stilled.

"There," he said, breathless. His fingers fluttered at the small of her back. "Now," he said. "Let's try it like this. All right?" He nuzzled her breast, dropping little kisses. When he spoke, his breath ran hot over her skin. "You will enjoy this, I think."

Tiana smoothed her hands over his shoulders, sleek with sweat and taut. Low in her gut, heat spiked; she ached, deep. She swallowed.

"Oh," she said, "I believe you. Just give me a minute."

"You are welcome to as many as you need," he said. He spread his fingers wide over her waist, holding her close. His voice fell, rolling in his throat. "Whenever you are comfortable," he said, "please, do not hesitate to move."

Tiana laughed, not loudly, but softly; it shook through her, and where their bodies met, she itched, filled up and wanting more. His hips shivered beneath her. She tightened her hold on his shoulders, to hold herself still, to hold him that way, too.

"Lazy," she said.

"Well, yes," Naveen said. "I don't deny it." He ran his hands up her sides, following the curve of hip to her trembling belly, to her breasts. He stroked her nipple with his thumb. "But the view is also very nice."

Tiana curled over him; she pressed her smile to his jaw. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured.

"So I have been told," he said. He turned his head and kissed her once on her temple, his mouth warm upon her brow.

She breathed in and breathed out, then rolled her hips against him. His fingers dug into her ribs and she did it again, rocking down, then again, that warmth pooled in her belly slowly bubbling up.

"Oh, wow," Naveen said. His head fell back against the pillow; his dark hair spilled out like a halo. He bit his lip.

Tiana stroked his chest, running her palms over that smooth, broad expanse: skin slicked, his chest arching beneath her hands. His heart thrummed against her fingers.

"Tiana," he said. His hips snapped up, meeting hers, and each stroke rang through her, a clear and burning note driving up into her belly. "Tiana. Tiana."

She pushed down, down, taking in all she could; she tightened around him. He clung to her, his hands drifting restlessly across her back.

"Tiana," he groaned.

She bent over him, trickling open kisses along his cheek, the hard line of his jaw, his long nose. Naveen made a noise and rose gracelessly to catch her mouth with his own. Tiana threaded her fingers through his hair, and he tipped his head back, drawing her down with him.

He moaned something into her mouth, but she didn't understand it: locimo moccia rizunanda, then her name again. Her hips shook, helpless, down and down, again and again, and he met her, pressing into her as she pressed onto him, faster now and harder.

"Naveen," she said, and she dug her nails into his chest, and buried her face in his throat as she shook. Another moment and another after that, and Naveen rose against her, groaning and laughing at once.

She fell into the sheets beside him and turned to his chest and the open curve of his arm. He picked the wild curls from her face one by one.

"So," he said, "was I right? You did enjoy it, yes? For future reference, of course."

Tiana smiled into the touch of his hand. She tucked her head beneath his chin and his arm settled upon her waist.

"You might could say that," she said.

"Very well," said Naveen, "I will.

Sri Lankans were actually from Titan and moved to Earth? LOL! That's just ludicrous. But the jew thing is very plausible. Jews are scum of the earth and that kind of shit is right up their ally.

>>9
Hey, that rhymed!

47 lashes.

Jeepers! Hitler was never the stud that I thought he was :'(