Gloryhole Swallows – Jan. 1, 2021 Pic(s)
The air hung thick with anticipation, the scent of cheap beer and sweat clinging to the grimy walls of the alleyway. It was January 1st, 2021, and the glory hole, a crudely fashioned hole in a dilapidated wooden fence, pulsed with a low, rhythmic thumping. Sarah, her breath hitching in her chest, pressed herself against the rough wood, her eyes squeezed shut. The rhythmic sucking on the other side was intense, a primal rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat radiating through the wood, the slickness of the stranger’s mouth a tantalizing promise. She leaned in, her tongue darting out, eager to meet the waiting flesh. The pressure intensified, a groan escaping her lips as she felt the full weight of the man’s cock against her mouth. She sucked hard, her throat aching with the effort, the taste of him filling her senses. The man’s moans grew louder, his body shuddering against the wood. Sarah continued, her rhythm matching his, until he exploded in a torrent of hot cum, coating her face and hair. She swallowed it all, the taste bitter and sweet, a perfect end to a perfect New Year’s kiss. She pulled away, breathless and satisfied, leaving the glory hole to the next eager participant.
