Rob Harris and John Ferage barge into Sylvano's barracks and immediately start to fingerfuck the beautiful Latino's ass, readying it for another dose of the extra-large dong from before. Lifting Sylvano's legs and ass high into the air, the two vindictive cadets "punish" Sylvano's hole with sinister glee, slapping it across his round butt cheeks and then brutally shoving the thing into Sylvano's hungry hole. Turning Sylvano over onto his back, they use a military rifle to hold his legs back while they plunge an even bigger black dildo into him. They then make him fuck himself with the dong as Harris stands over him and strokes his cock while Sylvano licks his balls. Finally, Harris blows a beautiful load onto Sylvano's hairy chest.

Race Cooper is laced up in a brilliant red rope harness that leaves him positioned like a patient on an examining table with stirrups. The only thing harder than his dark chocolate abs is his cock, which is being pumped by hunky Leo Forte, his face split by a wide grin. Leo's other hand is balled into a fist that's pushing its way through the sphincter muscles around Race's hole. Leo lubes both hands, slaps his palms together, and makes an eight-finger ass-ault. He succeeds in forcing Race's tight hole to relax enough for a fist to penetrate him, freeing up one of Leo's hands to stroke his own hard cock while maintaining a steady pumping rhythm. Leo's grizzled chin nuzzles Race's thigh, causing Race to moan and thrash on the butcher-block table top where he is splayed out, allowing Leo to tenderize his ass meat. They take turns slapping and stroking Race to a noisy and juicy orgasm while Leo continues to pound his own cock to eruption without letting up on the relentless punching into Race's gut.

Race Cooper is laced up in a brilliant red rope harness that leaves him positioned like a patient on an examining table with stirrups. The only thing harder than his dark chocolate abs is his cock, which is being pumped by hunky Leo Forte, his face split by a wide grin. Leo's other hand is balled into a fist that's pushing its way through the sphincter muscles around Race's hole. Leo lubes both hands, slaps his palms together, and makes an eight-finger ass-ault. He succeeds in forcing Race's tight hole to relax enough for a fist to penetrate him, freeing up one of Leo's hands to stroke his own hard cock while maintaining a steady pumping rhythm. Leo's grizzled chin nuzzles Race's thigh, causing Race to moan and thrash on the butcher-block table top where he is splayed out, allowing Leo to tenderize his ass meat. They take turns slapping and stroking Race to a noisy and juicy orgasm while Leo continues to pound his own cock to eruption without letting up on the relentless punching into Race's gut.