Beneath the canvas, the Marines' tent is filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Their uniforms discarded, they stand, their tattoos telling stories of service, their cocks standing at attention. One Marine wraps his hand around the other's thick shaft, his hand working up and down, his spit lubing the way. The other returns the favor, his mouth eager, his throat taking every inch. They switch, their bodies hungry, their moans echoing. On the cot, they fuck, missionary, then doggystyle, their bodies slapping together, their cum mixing, their moans filling the night air.