Licking ass

The bearded man in military fatigues kneels in the mud, his tongue tracing the tattooed man’s asshole while the other watches, red cloth tied around his wrists, his lean body slick with spit. The woods swallow their sounds as the cuffed one bends over, his dark hair plastered to his back, the first wet lick already making him whimper. No mercy, just the rough press of lips and the slow drag of a tongue that knows exactly where to push.