Because Garand does implied lewds

About 3 days ago I became the proud owner of a Finnish M44 Mosin. I got it cheap at a gun shop for about $165, including some cheap Tula steel case and some stripper clips. Right now it sits beside my bed, since I haven't gotten a chance to shoot it yet. The stock is in good shape, the metal is still nice, and all the serial number match. It looks like a fun gun to plink around with.

After a long day at work, I play some vidya with my friends, primarily Red Orchestra. I'm that one faggot who always goes for the sniper class, but I'm at the very least good at it. I keep playing for an hour or so, until we all get bored and log off.

Well, I did what young men typically doin thweir free time; masturbate. Killing fascists makes me horny, I guess. I pull down my pants and begin to search for something good, but then a soft hand grabs my semi-hard shaft.

I turn to come face to face with a womn wearing panties, a Winter War era jacket left unbuttoned, and a tank top underneath.

"You should have taken me to the range, Anon. You get me all excited, but leave me alone for days on end."

She began to stroke me, my horniness overriding my desire to know what she was and why she was in my house.

"Now then, time for me to get payback."

She continues to stroke me, a miachevious smile on her face.

Her sultry Finnish accent turns me on as she goes harder, her hand feeling like heaven against my skin. My dick grows to maximum hardness, filling up her palm. She giggles as I groan out, obviously enjoying my sexual frustration.

"What's the matter, Anon? Ever felt the touch of a woman before?"

I shake my head, causing her to laugh once more. She pushes her soft blonde hair back and gently licks my tip. I groan out in pleasure, my sensitive head slowly getting enveloped by her warm mouth. She slowly inches her way down my shaft, her icy blue eyes looking at me.

She slowly works her head back and forth, sucking on me. I moan and hold her head, slowly pushing her further down. She takes it all in, giggling around me. I feel myself twitching in her mouth, making her pull off me. A bridge of spit connected us, the stream falling off her smooth lips.

"Ah ah ah... not so fast..."

She stood up, turned around, and sat on my lap. He bent forwards a bit.

"Do you like my buttstock, Anon?"

Self control was hard to maintain now. She slid back, letting my dick squeeze against her soft, perky ass. She spread apart her panty covered cheeks, my dick resting between them.

"Come on, Anon, you know you want it..."

All self control was now gone.