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gay taste my scat

"Seems like we need to do something to cool down your hot temper, Jefferies!" Sgt. I stood, at ease, in front of the desk, looking straight ahead. When we arrived at his office, he stepped behind his desk and sat down. to his office, gazing at the lucious mounds of his ass as each cheek seemed to bob with his stride. I was in basic training only three weeks when I had my first and only brush with disaster. The ever present bulge in his crotch was also an eye catcher. What caught my eye the most, were the mounds of his ass, confined tightly in his pants. He looked like a body builder crammed into a uniform that could barely contain his massive bulk.

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His jawline was square and dimpled at the chin. Bluer than the sky on a sunny day, yet bluer than the ocean. From his broad shoulders down to his trim waist. Langley was about 6' 2" tall and I'd guess his weight at 190 pounds.















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