Gloryhole Swallows – Apr. 3 , 2020 (Remastered) Pic(s)
The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. Rain slicked the grimy brick walls, reflecting the neon glow of a distant bar. He knelt, his breath misting in the cold air, peering into the darkness of the glory hole. A muffled groan, then a low chuckle, sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what to expect, the rough, urgent thrusts, the guttural sounds of release. But tonight, something felt different. The anticipation was sharper, the desire more intense. He pressed himself against the rough wood, the anticipation building with each passing second. A warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock, a practiced skill evident in the rhythmic sucking. He moaned, his body arching, the pleasure overwhelming. The darkness hid the face of his anonymous lover, but the skill of their tongue, the heat of their breath, told a story of experience and passion. He felt himself nearing the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. With a guttural cry, he exploded, his body convulsing in a wave of pure ecstasy. The lingering warmth of the mouth on his now-soft cock was a final, lingering caress before the darkness swallowed him whole once more.
