Gloryhole Swallows – B255 Pic(s)
The muffled grunts and urgent gasps were the only sounds besides the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh. A hand, rough and calloused, gripped the edge of the gloryhole, knuckles white with exertion. Below, a mouth worked with feverish intensity, a slick, wet heat enveloping the throbbing member pressed against it. Each thrust was met with a guttural moan, a symphony of pleasure echoing in the confined space. The anonymous giver felt the pressure build, the rhythm intensifying until a shuddering release washed over him, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The mouth continued its ministrations, cleaning and soothing, until the last vestiges of pleasure faded, leaving behind only a lingering warmth and a deep sense of satisfaction.
