I licked around the baseof his dick, enjoying the flavor, breathing in the sweet, boyish aroma --pressing my nose up against his small patch of hair -... inhaling deeply,hungry for the taste of his hardness. I wanted to please him.Our hips bucked gently as we continued to suck each other. Almost in timeto the music, we pushed ourselves in and out...our tempo building...ourclimaxes near.I felt him push forward with an urgent thrust, shoving his hard dick deepinto my throat. I gagged, but didn't. In fact, the only person you could see was a prim woman with horn-rimmed glasses sat at what must be the reception, oblivious to your existence.You start to walk over to her, your tall heels clicking as you go. Reaching the desk, you gently announce yourself with a cough. The woman looks up, nonchalant, and starts to look back down, but does a double take. She stares at you for a bit before getting herself together and asking, ‘Name?’‘Anna’ you say politely. She looks at you for a bit before a. Instantly I tasted the drop of precum his cock was leaking out. It was slightly sweet. I moved my tongue around to massage the tip of his cock, while I stroked his shaft and massaged his balls. He smelled like a mix of ocean water and sweaty musk. He grabbed my head harder and started to almost use it as a tool for his masturbation, pushing his cock deep down my throat and then back.When it went in far I would slightly gag and he would relax his grip a little, but then in a second, he would do. It appeared the captain would not be going out into the field. Even though he should be out in the Meat Grinder, Gavril was relieved that the untried fool wasn't.Corporal in tow, Gavril went to the quartermaster and requisitioned supplies. They were going deep into the jungle again, well within the borders of the Meat Grinder as this sector had been labeled of late. They would land at Forward Base Charlie and patrol a specific area for three days, coordinating with adjacent squads. The platoon.