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The riverbank, once a peaceful sanctuary, became a stage for my humiliation and pleasure. Cocky military men, with their unwashed, hairy bodies and bug-like dicks, had caught me mid-orgasm. Their sweaty, musky scent filled the air as they surrounded me, their gazes locked on my exposed pussy. The leader, a burly, tattooed soldier, took a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing around us. His cock, thick and veined, strained against his pants. "You were making quite the noise," he growled, his voice gravelly from years of smoking. I could only nod, my body betraying me, my nipples hardening, my pussy throbbing. He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear, "We're going to make you cum so loud, they'll hear you back at the base." And with that, he unzipped his pants, his massive, uncut cock springing free, ready for my mouth, my pussy, my ass - whatever he desired.