Gloryhole Swallows – B094 Pic(s)
The muffled sounds of grunts and gasps filled the dimly lit space. A flash of tanned skin, then a glimpse of dark hair. A rhythmic sucking sound punctuated the air, a low moan escaping the darkness on the other side. He felt the warm, wet pressure against his length, a skilled tongue expertly working its magic. The anonymous nature of the encounter heightened the thrill, the anticipation building with each powerful stroke. He surrendered to the sensation, the pleasure overwhelming, a primal urge taking over. The rhythmic sucking continued, building to a crescendo, until a shuddering release washed over him, leaving him breathless and spent. The darkness remained, a silent testament to the shared intimacy, a fleeting moment of intense pleasure.
