Gloryhole Swallows - Scene B143

Gloryhole Swallows – B143 Pic(s)

The muffled grunts and slurps were the soundtrack to his afternoon. He pressed himself harder against the slick, yielding hole, the anonymous warmth a welcome contrast to the cold, hard concrete of the alleyway. A rhythmic sucking sound filled the air, punctuated by the occasional gasp. He could feel the hot, wet pressure building, a delicious anticipation coiling in his gut. The tongue, expert and insistent, worked its magic, coaxing a moan from deep within him. He was lost in the sensation, the anonymity of the encounter adding a thrilling edge to the already intense pleasure. The pressure intensified, building to an explosive release that left him trembling and breathless. He pulled back, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips, the taste of his own arousal lingering on his tongue. The darkness of the gloryhole hid his identity, but the memory of the encounter would linger long after he left.