Gloryhole Swallows – Oct. 15, 2018 (Remastered) Pic(s)
The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. Rain slicked the grimy brick walls, reflecting the neon glow of a distant bar. He knelt, his breath misting in the cold air, peering into the darkness of the glory hole. A muffled groan, then a low chuckle, sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what to expect, the rough, urgent thrusts, the guttural sounds of pleasure. But tonight, something felt different. The anticipation was sharper, the desire more intense. He pressed himself against the rough wood, the anticipation building with each passing second. A warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock, a hungry, expert tongue swirling around him. He moaned, his body arching, the pleasure overwhelming. The rhythmic sucking, the skillful manipulation, sent waves of ecstasy through him. He was lost in the moment, surrendering completely to the anonymous pleasure, the darkness concealing both giver and receiver in a shared moment of intense, raw desire. The experience was a symphony of sensation, a perfect blend of power and submission, leaving him breathless and spent. He pulled away, leaving behind only the lingering warmth and the echo of his own moans.
