Chapter 3
Three soldiers rushed in, their boots thudding on the concrete, Sergeant Miller, a burly guy with a shaved head and a scar across his cheek from some old deployment,
Corporal Hayes, lean and wiry with blond hair and a cocky grin that always made the other guys laugh, and Private Jenkins, the youngest, broad-shouldered with messy brown hair and eyes that were always scanning everything like he was still in basic training.
They must have heard my screams or the slapping sounds echoing down the hall, coming to check what the hell was going on.
Their eyes widened huge when they saw us, me sprawled on my back on the floor, legs spread wide, t**s heaving and covered in sweat and smears of my own juices, Reyes still balls-deep inside my leaking p***y, his uniform pants around his
