Gloryhole Swallows – Traci’s 1st Visit Pic(s)
Traci, nervous but excited, approached the dimly lit alleyway. The rough-hewn wood of the gloryhole beckoned, a promise of anonymous pleasure. She’d heard whispers, legends even, about the insatiable hunger lurking on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her face against the smooth, worn wood, her lips parting slightly. A warm, wet pressure met hers instantly, a tongue exploring her mouth with surprising gentleness. Then, a rhythmic sucking motion began, a powerful pull that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by the wood, but the sensation was anything but muffled. The stranger’s skill was undeniable, his tongue a masterful instrument coaxing moans and gasps from her. The intensity built, a crescendo of pleasure that left her breathless and wanting more. As the encounter ended, a lingering warmth remained, a memory of a thrilling, anonymous connection. Traci pulled away, a smile playing on her lips, already anticipating her next visit.
