Rudy Bodlak grips Jude Finch’s throat hard enough to make his breath come in sharp gasps, his military vest creaking as he pins him against the rough bark of a fallen log. Jude’s lean frame twists under the pressure, his fingers digging into the bark while Rudy’s tattooed forearm flexes, his cock already slick with need as he shoves it deep. The woods swallow their moans, the only sound the wet slap of flesh against wood and the rasp of Jude’s voice when Rudy finally lets his lips drag down his throat.
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