Good-looking soldier Ross Hurston finds himself in quite the predicament. He's been captured and he's in the brig and he's not on home territory. There's no Geneva Convention in Carioca's prison, and he'll do whatever he wants to his prisoners. Ross Hurston is sitting in a chair when Carioca enters the cell. The sergeant intimidates him with a long club and spits in Hurston's face, calling him a bastard. After pacing around his prisoner, Carioca grabs Hurston in a head lock and plants a hard, wet kiss on him, all the while he's thumping Ross's crotch with his fist. The soldier tries to wail out in suffering, but his mouth is full of the sergeant's tongue. After a couple more kisses, Carioca grabs Hurston by the back on the neck and tries pushing him to his knees. Hurston knows what's coming and fights back, but in the meantime he loses his shirt. What a beautifully strong and hairy torso. When the sergeant presses Hurston's face into his crotch the soldier is conflicted � should he dive in a
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