Charles Savior wandered the village. The kids in his past grade were probably off playing with their imaginary heads. Anyway, glancing down at his diary, he couldn't help but seep in the next minute. He had made the greatest Porn empire. As a Private, he had entered the Army and been made a Second Lieutenant.
"At Ease!" He said it sharp.
The privates in the back kept stomping in place.
"Each Glance! Ski dance!"
He slammed the door and as it clicked shut, he shouted
"Rooooooooar!!"
and came under fire. Immediately BB-gun pellets began hitting him. He shoulder-danced his way in and tackled the first sucker to the floor. Still under fire, he slid his hands inside her pants and tickled her clitoris. Each second felt like live-fire. You see when your pads callous, the fingers were bound to tell their own story. Each push in was like an inch of death. He tore his hand back out and and let her suck on his third and fourth fingers while he positioned behind her and ripped her pants down past her bottom. He shoved his dick up under her butt and rocked the way you would expect to if you were a dog. Eventually the clitoris came up and he slammed it in while they kept pelting him. The shit hurt.
"Aah! Yawee!"
While putting his thumb down on her anus, he helped her arch her back. He covered it up with a soldier's blanket. Pushing his thumb down into her anus and pummeling at you-bet-per-minute, he slid his hand up to hold her neck and cupped her booty-cheek. He's done.
He hadn't cum yet.
Screaming past them. He sold out the best in the brigade, and glued his lips right to her grill. He flipped her and put her onto the bunk with a twist of her hips and a put-it-back. He humped her forward hard and whipped his pants up to circumcise his head and begged her to kneel down in front of him while he put his hands up. His pants slid.
Using the back of her head and bucking, he got her to slide all the way down and knelt, letting her suck the cream of the other one's pussy. He kicked, using his feet to slap down and tear the rest of her shirt.
"Damn."
Noninvited, he grabbed the top of her ACU's and writhed his way in the center. Holding her down, just like those lips had never left.
