Full Metal Penetration
Marine-Grade đ Destroyed My Civilian Ass
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The air reeked of sweat, gun oil, and testosterone. I hadnât planned on coming to the baseâs dive bar tonight, but something told me I needed to get out of my head, and maybe into someone elseâs bed. Or locker room. I wasnât picky.
He walked in like he owned the place. Combat boots heavy against the concrete, camo pants hugging those thick thighs, and that black tank barely containing his sculpted chest. Crew cut. Square jaw. Scar running from his ear to his jawline like a goddamn battle medal. A walking, talking hard-on. My eyes tracked him from across the room, glass halfway to my lips.
He looked straight at me. Didnât smile. Didnât blink. Just nodded once. A command.
I followed.
Out back. Past the dumpsters and the flickering security light. He shoved me against the wall before I could even speak. âYou looking to serve tonight, pretty boy?â His voice was low, gritty, and soaked in sin.
âYes, sir,â I breathed.
âStrip.â
I obeyed so fast it made me dizzy. Cold concrete kissed my back, my ass, my thighs as I pulled off everything and stood there, bare and aching. He didnât undress. He just unzipped, thick cock already semi, veins bulging, heavy balls swinging low.