Gloryhole Swallows – Sep. 3, 2021 Pic(s)
Slowly, tentatively, she began to move. Her tongue darted out, exploring the unfamiliar landscape. The taste was salty, musky, intensely male. A low moan escaped her lips as she found the head, the sensitive tip throbbing against her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it, the warmth enveloping her, and began to suck, rhythmically, expertly.
The man on the other side responded with a guttural groan, his hips thrusting against the brick. Sarah increased the pressure, her tongue working its magic, teasing and tormenting. She could feel the heat radiating through the wall, the raw energy of his pleasure. She felt a strange sense of connection, a shared intimacy despite the anonymity of the situation.
She moved her head, exploring the length of him, her tongue tracing the sensitive underside. She could feel him hardening, growing larger, more powerful. The rhythmic sucking continued, a hypnotic dance of pleasure. His moans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, with a shuddering cry, he exploded. The warm, thick fluid filled her mouth, a potent elixir of his release. She swallowed, savoring the taste of his release, the culmination of their shared, anonymous moment. The silence that followed was filled with the lingering warmth and the memory of the intense encounter.
