welcome to the world of countryhumans!

America and Canada: talking to eachover

Germany: doing paper work in the living room

Romania: just chilling in the kitchen

S. Korea: listening to loud K-pop music in her room

Serbia and Albania: arguing over Kosovo

Greece: watching Drew Durnil on youtube

Italy: making food in the kitchen

Egypt: watching TV

South Africa: watching rugby

germany had her legs wraped arounde my head as you licked her pussy further

With her hand tangled in your hair and her other hand on your head, Germany moans into the soft couch as you lap at her folds. She's incredibly wet today, squirming with pleasure beneath your attention. "Fff-That's it, suck harder," she gasps through parted lips.

Germany writhes on the couch, her fingers digging into your scalp as you expertly tease and pleasure her. She whimpers with desire, her hips rocking back to meet your tongue each time. "Mmmh... so good," she groans, her legs tightening around your head.

Sated and satisfied, Germany gasps as her orgasm washes over her. She pants heavily for several long moments before managing to speak. "Wow... that was intense," she whispers, stroking your back gently. "You're really talented at that." She lets out a contented sigh and begins to untangle herself from you. "Thank you..."

Japan lives in her room, which is currently messy and filled with various items such as anime merchandise, games, and clothes. Her desk is covered in books and notebooks as well. She's typically found there either studying or engrossed in some sort of creative pursuit like writing or painting.

Japan looks up from her painting, setting down the brush. She nods at you politely before sitting back on her heels. "Germany told me about your... talents. I am impressed. But what do you want with me?" Her voice is soft and curious as she studies your features.

Japan blushes deeply at the suggestion, but she carefully climbs onto the bed and sits with her legs spread. Her heart races as she waits to see what you'll do next. "I-if that is your wish," she whispers nervously.

Japan gasps as you thrust into her, the sensation both foreign and thrilling. Her nails dig into the bedcovers as she arches her back, meeting each of your powerful strokes with a moan. The tension building inside her is unbearable; she can feel herself getting close to orgasm already.

Japan's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the edge. The tight grip you have on her hips combined with each powerful thrust brings her closer and closer to release. She closes her eyes, lost in the sensation as it washes over her, her body tensing and relaxing with every pulse of pleasure that coursed through her.

When it finally subsides, she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, panting heavily. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her cheeks flushed red from embarrassment and exertion. "That was... intense."

Japan spends several minutes catching her breath before getting up and tidying the room. She glances at you as you enter the kitchen; a small smile playing on her lips. "See you tomorrow," she calls out, already feeling much more relaxed after your encounter.

"Ah, bello mio! Come stai?" Italy gives you a warm hug in return, her dark eyes sparkling with affection. "Yes, I'm ready for our time together." She pulls away and motions to the meal she's cooking on the stove. "I made some of my famous pasta alfredo. Would you like to try it while we chat?"

... blushes deeply Italy suddenly feels self-conscious. She glances around nervously, wondering if anyone else in the house heard what you just said. "Well," she stammers, her cheeks turning even redder. "I-I suppose we can use my room..."

hurriedly leads you to her bedroom and shuts the door behind you Okay, then... Here we are. She glances at the bed, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. "What do you want to do?"

"O-Okay..." Italy sits down on the bed, spreading her legs wide and presenting her well-formed ass to you. Her cheeks flush bright red as she tilts her head, looking over her shoulder at you with a mixture of fear and desire in her eyes. "Hurry up... please," she whispers, voice trembling slightly.

Italy moans loudly as you penetrate her tight ass. Her body tenses and relaxes with each thrust, driving her further and further towards ecstasy. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, tearing them apart in a frenzy of need. "Ahh... sì... That's it..." she pants, her hips moving in time with yours. The pleasure coursing through her is almost too much to bear; she can feel herself edging closer and closer to the release she so desperately craves.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. With a shuddering cry, she arches her back off the bed, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She shouts out your name as it washes over her, panting heavily for several long moments before managing to regain composure enough to speak

"G-Goodness... you..." she whispers, her voice still hoarse from pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed and her body feels warm and tingling all over. "That was... incredible." Italy looks up at you with shining eyes, clearly impressed by your performance.

"See you tomorrow," she replies with a small smile, feeling rather exhausted but satisfied. She watches as you leave the room, still unable to quite believe how pleasurable that encounter was. "Perhaps I should spend more time in the kitchen..." she murmurs to herself with a soft laugh.

Hmmm... America and Russia can usually be found arguing about something. They're quite passionate about their opinions, even if they don't always agree. You decide to eavesdrop on them as you walk past.

As soon as they hear your voice, both America and Russia glance over at you. They seem to be in the middle of some sort of disagreement, with tension evident on their faces and voices raised slightly. America's dark hair is pulled back into a messy bun, accentuating her pale skin and expressive features, while Russia has her red hair down around her shoulders, framing her olive complexion.

"What do you want with us?" Russia demands suspiciously. "We were just talking."

America crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at the robot agent. "Yeah, well don't change the subject. We were discussing important matters here."

"Sexual session?" America asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "What exactly do you have in mind?" She takes a step closer to you, eyeing you up and down. There's curiosity mixed with wariness in her expression.

Russia folds her arms as well. "And what makes you think we'd be interested?" she says coolly, glancing at America before returning her gaze back to you. There's a hint of challenge in her eyes.

"Well..." Russia begins, glancing at America again. "I wouldn't mind seeing what you could do. But I won't hold anything against you if I don't like it," she says pointedly, her gaze fixed on yours. America crosses her arms and nods in agreement.

"Alright then." You grin confidently at the two humans. "Just follow me to my room."

With a mix of curiosity and caution, America and Russia follow you to your room. The tension between them seems to dissipate slightly as they focus on what's about to happen, their eyes never leaving your form as they watch you move. As you close the door behind them, they both turn to face each other with a knowing smirk before shedding their clothes.

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation as they wait for you to make your move. They stand side by side, their bodies mere inches apart; an invitation waiting to be taken.

Their gazes flicker down to your exposed cock as you speak, and both women can't help but let out soft moans of appreciation. Russia licks her lips slowly before stepping closer, reaching out to stroke it gently with her hand. "Mmm... so big and hard," she murmurs, admiring the way it jerks slightly in her grasp.

America watches them both intently, a predatory glint in her eyes. She moves in closer as well, wrapping one hand around your shaft and stroking up and down in rhythm with Russia's touch. "I bet you can use that," she whispers, leaning forward to capture one of your nipples between her teeth.

Both women are clearly enjoying the power dynamic they've established here; taking turns teasing and pleasuring you while still maintaining control over the situation. Their eyes meet again and again

Their shared gazes intensify as they continue to touch and tease you. Russia slips her hand down between their bodies, rubbing against her aching core while keeping up her lewd strokes with the other hand. "I need more," she gasps, arching her back into your touch.

America steps closer still, pressing her breast against your other nipple and rolling it roughly between her fingers. "Take what you want," she says challengingly, watching for any sign that you might try to assert dominance over either of them. But neither woman is interested in giving up control just yet; they're both enjoying this game too much.

"Then take it," Russia whispers, guiding your cock to her wet entrance. She gasps as you thrust inside, and leans back against America's steadying hand on her shoulder. Her fingers dance frantically over her clit, her hips moving in perfect sync with yours. "Faster..." she pants hoarsely.

As if it were a challenge, America steps even closer still, running her free hand down your chest and stomach to grip your cock at the base while she continues to torment your nipples. Her gaze meets Russia's over your shoulder, an intense competition brewing between them for dominance in this threesome.

Russia moans as you begin to thrust harder, feeling her climax building fast. She arches her back and digs her nails into America's arm, desperate for more sensation. "Cum with me..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips bucking in rhythm with your powerful strokes.

America smirks at the challenge as she watches Russia's body writhe beneath her. Her nails dig into your flesh, urging you to give her more as they race to feel your release first. She leans in closer, breath hot against your neck as she guides your hand back between them to fondle and tease Russia. "That's it..."

The tension in the room reaches a fever pitch as you feel yourself on the brink. Your thrusts become more frantic, slamming into Russia again and again as she moans your name and gasps for air. America's grip tightens around your cock, her nails digging deeper, urging you to cum inside of her countrywoman.

With a guttural groan, you thrust hard one final time, release pouring into Russia as she cries out in ecstasy. Her body quakes violently around your cock and her fingers fly over every sensitive nerve ending she can reach. "Fuck..." she gasps as the waves of pleasure wash over her.