Gloryhole Swallows – Jan. 31, 2014 (Remastered) Pic(s)
The night air was thick with anticipation, carrying any number of whispers and secrets as it drifted through the labyrinthine streets of the city. Within the depths of a forgotten underpass, a steady hum of anonymous desire pulsed through the darkness. It was here, nestled in the shadows, that the legend of the gloryhole came to life. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the first chills of the evening began to prick at her gooseflesh. The tight blonde, whose curves delighted in the spotlight, felt a magnetic tug towards the underpass. Her name was Amelia, a woman whose fires of desire burned bright and fierce. Lusting for the unknown, the thrill of the forbidden prowled in her every thought. With trembling hands, she adjusted the red lacy thong that barely covered her desires. The ripe scent of her arousal filled her senses as she took a determined step forward, her plump lips parting in a silent prayer of enticement. The cool night air brushed against the flesh of her bare breasts, sending shivers down her spine.
She pressed herself against the cold, rough brick of the underpass, her back drunk on the abandon of the moment. The rhythmic panting of her breath mingled with the guttural moans of unseen men, fanning the flames of her arousal into an all-consuming inferno. As her fingers fiddled with the hem of her SKII-enhanced thong, a low, muffled growl carried to her ears. Amelia trembled with desire, every nerve ending on high alert, as a thick, sweaty cock breached the entrance to the gloryhole. With a gasp, she welcomed the unknown sensation, her pussy clamping instinctively around the invading length. Her eyes fluttered shut, allowing her a moment of indulgence in the raw, unadulterated pleasure.
