Gloryhole Swallows – Misty’s 2nd Visit Pic(s)
Misty, emboldened by her first experience, returned to the familiar alleyway. The rough-hewn wood of the gloryhole felt warm beneath her hands. A low groan echoed from the other side, a sound that sent shivers down her spine and a thrill through her core. She pressed herself against the hole, the rough wood scratching against her skin, a sensation that only heightened her arousal. A strong hand grasped her hips, pulling her closer, and a warm, wet mouth enveloped her clit. The rhythmic sucking and the pressure against her entrance sent waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her body arching against the unseen man on the other side. The intensity built, a crescendo of sensation that left her breathless and spent. She collapsed against the wall, legs trembling, a blissful smile on her face. The memory of the encounter, the taste of his mouth, the feel of his hand, would linger long after she left.
