In the sultry heat of the officers’ quarters, the tension between newcomer Private Jensen and his commanding officer, Captain Grayson, crackles like a live wire. Jensen, freshly minted as a rifleman, is eager to display his expertise, not on the firing range, but in a more intimate arena of service. With a hunger in his eyes and a need to impress, Jensen drops to his knees, ready to transform his Captain’s arousal into a symphony of ecstasy.
The barracks become a crucible of raw, masculine desire as Jensen’s lips part, welcoming the formidable girth of Captain Grayson’s manhood. It’s a challenge the young soldier is more than willing to rise to, his mouth watering at the thought of proving his oral prowess. He’s been trained to pleasure, to worship the hard lengths of his fellow soldiers, to tease and tantalize until the tension snaps like a twig under a boot heel.
Captain Grayson’s member is a beast of its own, a monolith of flesh that tests the limits of Jensen’s jaw. The young rifleman’s lips stretch to their max, his throat working to accommodate the Captain’s impressive size. With each thrust, Jensen’s nose brushes against the coarse hair at the base of Grayson’s cock, his chin cushioned by the weight of the Captain’s full balls.
But Jensen is no novice. His training at the academy serves him well; he breathes in sync with the rhythm of Grayson’s thrusts, his gag reflex tamed to allow the Captain’s cock to plunge to the hilt. Jensen’s mouth and throat become a slick, velvet vise, milking the officer’s pleasure with a precision that could only be described as military-grade.
Yet, the Captain’s appetite is insatiable. After dominating Jensen’s throat, he flips the soldier like a ragdoll, eager to conquer new territory. The same relentless cock that had Jensen’s mouth overflowing now seeks to claim his backside. Grayson is merciless, his strokes fierce and unyielding, a testament to the ruthless efficiency of military domination. In this dance of power and submission, the Captain claims his prize, leaving Jensen’s body aching, spent, and eagerly awaiting the next soldier in line to continue the training only an elite few can endure.
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