Full Fist Interrogation

Hugh Hunter never quits busting soldiers for messing with their own bodies. Matt Wylde lies flat on the table, legs spread high, waiting for his turn. Ashley Ryder grips Matt’s head and shoulders to keep him pinned while Hugh shoves a slick fist straight into the stud’s open, hairy hole. His inked forearm sinks past the wrist, twisting and grinding deep. Hugh barks the order to get on all fours. Matt scrambles into position. Ashley drops behind Hugh and starts licking his ass while Hugh keeps driving fist after fist into Matt, stretching him wide. When Matt’s loose, red rosebud blooms on command, Ashley climbs up and takes his turn. Hugh feeds Matt his cock to suck while Ashley rides the forearm elbow-deep. Ashley’s cock spits a thick load across his own abs. Hugh yanks his whole arm free in one slow pull; Matt loses it and shoots all over Ashley’s hard chest. The sergeant still isn’t done. He grabs both naked men by the backs of their necks, marches them out of the room, still gaping and dripping, and sends them straight back to the brig.