Gloryhole Swallows – Jan. 7, 2013 (Remastered) Pic(s)
Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, she leaned forward, her lips finding their target. The thick, throbbing flesh filled her mouth, a warm, pulsating pressure that stole her breath away. The taste was salty, musky, intensely male. She wrapped her lips around him, her tongue darting out to explore every inch, savoring the exquisite texture.
A guttural moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The rhythmic pulsing intensified, the pressure building to a crescendo. She sucked harder, her body arching, her fingers clenching into fists. The man on the other side groaned again, a sound of pure release, his body shuddering against hers. The intense heat of his climax radiated through the hole, a wave of pure sensation that washed over her.
Sarah pulled back, breathless, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she lingered for a moment, savoring the lingering warmth. The encounter was over, but the memory, the raw, visceral feeling of it, would stay with her long after she left. The anonymity of the gloryhole had been both exhilarating and liberating, a perfect storm of forbidden pleasure.
