Full Fist Interrogation

Hugh Hunter storms in after busting Ashley Ryder and Matt Wylde on base. He shoves them into the interrogation room, barking for them to bend. Camo drops. He greases both fists, no ceremony, and drives one straight into each man. “I feel your heartbeats,” he growls, sinking deeper. Ashley’s hole swallows past the elbow; Matt takes the wrist in one long pull. The two soldiers clutch each other, lips locked, while Hugh’s fists grind inside. Heat builds; cocks throb. Hugh yanks free, walks around the bench and pumps his thick shaft until ropes of cum stripe the leather. Both men lean down, tongues out, licking and trading every drop.