Every day was the same in Iraq. The hajjis didn’t give us any days off, and we returned the favor. If you wanted a day off, you should have gotten a... job back in the United States. It was Third Squad’s turn at Outpost Whiskey. We had been there since Monday, and the first thing that we all noticed was how quiet it was. It was just about dusk, and I was circling the compound, checking our positions. I found Nanda looking out over the canal. “Quiet?” I asked.“Too quiet, if you ask me.”“You, too?”. I'd love to have Natasha Romanoff anally riding my cock like the submissive little bitch she is, The Black Widow bouncing her big gay butt on my strap-on, the woman everyone thinks my husband is sleeping with taking my dick deep into her bitch hole to prove that she is nothing but a dyke fuck hole." Ok, I'm convinced." Maria grinned, reaching out and slapping Natasha's ass, "Nat, go ride Laura's dick! Make sure you're quick, I don't want your ass to be without cock for too long." You heard your. Com that gave me an idea to further my fantasy. I started to use her dildos more and more in our sex sessions and I started to give a mans name to each one of them. There was a large black one we called Clinton, named after a very good black mate of mine and a long but thin one we called Greg after another one of my closer mates.This made me very excited and made my wife so horny we had to use rolls of tissues to wipe up all her juices. I really got turned on by saying that Clinton was about to. I need to fuck you now, I wait for a while until you pass a secluded alley way. I walk faster, grab your arm and drag you down the alley and around the corner. You’re struggling, trying to pull your arm out of my grasp, you finally look and see it’s me, you start to relax. I push you against the wall hands pinned above your head, I kiss you hard, you gasp and I take that invitation to find your tongue with mine, you don’t pull away just succumb to my onslaught. Our moans are mingling, teeth.