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"How do you like that, you fucking fuck-up? Fucking sucks, doesn't it, you fucking fuck-up?" Lt. Floyd kept shouting while he thrust his dick down my throat. This was far from my first platoon punishment and it was getting ever harder to arrange accidents that warranted one without it being suspicious. I considered coming clean and tell him I did it on purpose, but then he would certainly make me company cum dump, and that is a lot to take, literally.

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