Gloryhole Swallows - Jul. 2, 2021

Gloryhole Swallows – Jul. 2, 2021 Pic(s)

The chipped paint and overflowing dumpster couldn’t mask the primal energy radiating from the glory hole. Sarah, her breath catching in her throat, pressed her lips to the rough-hewn wood, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. A low groan echoed from the other side, a promise of the pleasure to come. She felt a warm, thick pressure against her mouth, the head of a cock sliding in, filling her with a heady mix of excitement and apprehension. She sucked, her tongue working expertly, savoring the salty taste of his skin, the throbbing pulse of his flesh. His moans grew louder, more urgent, his hips grinding against the wood, urging her on. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep into her throat, the muscles in her neck straining with the effort. The taste of him, the feel of him, the sheer power of his presence – it was overwhelming, intoxicating. She swallowed hard, the act a primal surrender, a desperate plea for more. His rhythm quickened, his breaths ragged and shallow. Then, with a guttural cry, he exploded, his seed flooding her mouth, a hot, sweet torrent that she eagerly swallowed. She pulled back, breathless, her body trembling with the aftermath of the encounter. The silence that followed was broken only by the distant city sounds, a stark contrast to the raw, visceral experience she had just shared.