Gloryhole Swallows – Jul. 9, 2021 Pic(s)
A thick, throbbing member filled my mouth, hot and demanding. The taste was sharp, metallic, and intensely masculine. I swallowed hard, the head disappearing deep into my throat, the base pressing against my lips. The rhythmic pulsing was hypnotic, a primal rhythm that resonated deep within me. I moved my head, exploring the length, savoring the texture, the heat. Each stroke was a wave of intense pleasure, building to a crescendo.
His grunts grew louder, more desperate, his body shuddering against the wood. I could feel the tremors through the wood, a silent communication between two souls seeking release. My own body was on fire, a burning need that mirrored his. I sucked harder, faster, my tongue working in tandem with my throat, desperate to bring him to the edge. The pressure intensified, a final, explosive surge. He cried out, a guttural sound of release, and then silence. Only the lingering taste of him remained, a bittersweet reminder of the anonymous encounter. I pulled away, breathless, my body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. The alley remained silent, the only evidence of our encounter the lingering scent of sweat and desire.