Enlist Your Fist

There's downtime in the army, and a grunt can only jack off so much before his ass starts calling the shots. Rogue Status is done waiting. He drags Matt Hart out behind the barracks for the real work. Matt shoves a thick black dildo into Rogue’s hairy hole, stretching the ring until it yields. Then the fist follows. Tattoo ink on Matt’s forearm disappears one inch at a time as Rogue’s cunt swallows it. Short, hard thrusts turn into long, slow punches. The wet sound of lube and muscle fills the dark. Rogue pushes back, chasing the burn and the depth. No cheers, no audience, just two soldiers keeping each other occupied. If every barracks had nights like this, no one would reenlist anywhere else.