Gloryhole Swallows – B185 Pic(s)
The muffled sounds of grunts and gasps filled the dimly lit space. A pair of lips, unseen but felt, encircled the head, a rhythmic sucking motion punctuated by the occasional sigh. The anonymous giver, hidden behind the worn wood, expertly manipulated the receiving end, coaxing moans and desperate pleas. The pressure increased, the rhythm quickened, building to a crescendo of intense pleasure that left both participants breathless and spent. The encounter ended as abruptly as it began, leaving only the lingering taste of sweat and anticipation.
