Gloryhole Swallows – Samantha B’s 1st Visit Pic(s)
Samantha B. had heard whispers about the gloryhole behind the abandoned gas station. Curiosity, a potent cocktail mixed with a healthy dose of apprehension, had finally driven her to investigate. The grimy, cracked paint of the alleyway did little to dissuade her. She found the hole, a dark, gaping maw in the brick wall, and hesitated only for a moment before pressing herself against it. A warm, wet pressure met her lips, a tongue exploring her mouth with surprising gentleness. She moaned, a low, surprised sound swallowed by the alley’s shadows. The rhythmic sucking was intense, a powerful pull that left her breathless. She arched her back, her body responding instinctively to the skilled ministrations. The anonymity of the situation, the forbidden thrill of it all, fueled her arousal. She didn’t know who was on the other side, but the feeling was exquisite. The pressure intensified, the tongue working its magic, bringing her to a shuddering climax that left her weak and trembling. She pulled away, gasping for air, a mixture of exhilaration and regret washing over her. It was over too soon, yet the memory of the experience would linger, a secret pleasure to be savored.
