Gloryhole Swallows – A123 Pic(s)
The muffled grunts and gasps were the only sounds besides the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. He could feel the hot, wet pressure building against his mouth, a relentless tide of need. Blindly, he worked his tongue, savoring the taste of his anonymous lover. The frantic rhythm intensified, the pressure increasing until a shuddering release washed over them both. A low moan escaped his lips, swallowed by the darkness of the gloryhole. The aftertaste lingered, a sweet reminder of the anonymous encounter.
