Gloryhole Swallows – Jan. 15, 2021 Pic(s)
The muffled sounds of grunts and gasps filled the dimly lit space. A flash of tanned skin, then a glimpse of dark hair. A rhythmic sucking sound punctuated the heavy breathing. He pressed himself harder against the rough wood, the anonymous contact a thrilling unknown. The warm, wet pressure around his shaft was intense, a skilled tongue expertly working its magic. He moaned, the sound swallowed by the darkness and the thick wood. The rhythmic motion continued, building to a crescendo of pleasure that left him breathless and spent. He pulled away, a lingering warmth clinging to him, the memory of the anonymous encounter a potent aphrodisiac.
