Alexis Fawx and Olive Glass try to take a break in-between drills and mind-numbing labor shifting packing containers from A to B in the course of a barren outpost. A few cute selfies exhibiting off how they give the impression of being in uniform — tight crops barely restraining bouncy tits with only a trace of nipple… Till they get yelled at to maneuver the packing containers again to B from A. Ah, navy life! The solar shines down as their our bodies glisten with sweat, pouring water over themselves in a teasing present and admiring one another… A look right here, smile there. However laborious work results in laborious play after they sneak inside and bar the door, hungry to tear off the tough uniform and kiss, lick, chew, and please the tight our bodies beneath!
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