Gloryhole Swallows – Jun. 9, 2020 (Remastered) Pic(s)
The humid air hung heavy with anticipation. He knelt, his head lowered, his eyes fixed on the dark, gaping maw of the glory hole. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt the first tentative lick against his throbbing cock. The darkness concealed the identity of his lover, but the skill of their tongue was undeniable. Each stroke, each suck, sent shivers down his spine. He arched his back, surrendering to the pleasure, the rhythmic pulsing of his cock a counterpoint to the wet, sloppy sounds emanating from the other side. The taste of his own arousal mingled with the unfamiliar scent of his anonymous partner, a heady mix that fueled his passion. He moaned, louder this time, a primal cry of release as he felt the inevitable rush of orgasm. The pressure intensified, then subsided, leaving him breathless and spent, his body trembling with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. He remained there for a moment, lost in the fading echoes of sensation, before finally pulling away, leaving behind only the lingering scent of his own desire.
