tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792454602899282984.post5737070727783799142..comments2024-02-11T09:38:13.008-05:00Comments on The Ulfian (The Art of Ulf): Gimme FurUlf Raynorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11435612017659190696noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3792454602899282984.post-56184093278830809862015-09-13T11:03:53.230-04:002015-09-13T11:03:53.230-04:00last pic: ready for juicing
minor misdemeanours w...last pic: ready for juicing<br /><br />minor misdemeanours were dealt with in-house. The commanding officer took the matter in hand. Cpl Jarod Peters had pulled one of the girls away from her guy in one of the bars in town. A fight had ensued. Peters was the wrong guy to pick a fight with. An ambulance took the bloke away, and I had Peters report back to me in barracks. I found him stripped in my office, wearing the `cap of shame`. He expected to be jacked off as per usual. And he was. Eventually. A 90 minute edging had the guy reduced to a sweating, moaning wreck. A testosterone bonfire burning in his balls. And mine. When I eventually let him come - but in the agony of a hands-free cumshot - I was leaking muck in my pants. He grabbed his clothes, saluted and left, bollock naked - the barracks was all `family` and knew what was going on. I licked his cum off my hand, and finished myself off centurionFnoreply@blogger.com