Gloryhole Swallows – Scene B227

Gloryhole Swallows – B227 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 moan. 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 groan from deep within him. He was close, so close, the pleasure a white-hot intensity building to an unbearable crescendo. Then, release. A shuddering sigh escaped his lips, followed by the satisfying collapse of his body. The rhythmic sucking continued, a lingering caress that left him breathless and spent.