Gloryhole Swallows: Summer’s Ritual at the Gloryhole Swallows (Summer A’s 4th Visit)



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Summer stepped off the bus, feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation as she approached the Gloryhole Swallows, her favorite anonymous encounter spot. It was her fourth visit, and the thrill of the unknown never seemed to fade. tonight, she wore a skintight red dress, her long auburn hair cascading down her back. She ran her tongue over her full lips, feeling the dampness growing as she approached the dimly lit alleyway. The air was thick with anticipation as she entered the darkened passage. Summer could hardly contain her excitement as she heard the low murmur of voices, the sounds of hushed breaths, and the unmistakable sounds of lustful encounters. She ran her hand along the brick wall, feeling the cool rough texture against her skin as she moved closer. Summer reached the stall with the yellow light bulb, the one she always went to. She slipped inside, taking a moment to look around, her heart racing as she took in the sight of four men.

Their eyes met hers, and she felt a surge of desire. She knew they were here for her, and she was here for them. The first man approached, his jeans unzipped and his cock already hard. Summer took him in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, the salty sweetness on her tongue. She looked up at him, her eyes locked with his, as she took him deep. She could feel his hands on her head, guiding her, urging her to take more. Summer embraced the sensation, letting herself be lost in the rapture of the moment. The second man took his turn, his size filling her mouth and making her eyes water. Summer wanted to please him, to feel his release in her mouth. She sucked harder, trying to take more of him in, trying to give him the pleasure he deserved. She could feel his body tense as he come, and she savored the taste of him, the bitter-sweet flavor mingling with the taste of the first man. Summer didn’t hesitate as the third man stepped up, her mouth never leaving their cocks. She took him in, feeling the familiar throbbing, the rhythmic pulsing in her mouth.

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