Gloryhole Swallows – Veronica’s 2nd Visit Pic(s)
Veronica, a petite woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, walked into the dimly lit sex club, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had visited this place once before, and the memory of the exhilarating experience still lingered in her mind. It was the thrill of the unknown, the anonymity of the encounter, that made her heart pound in her chest. She took a deep breath, adjusting the straps of her black lace lingerie that revealed her ample cleavage. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the silken strands between her fingers. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she adjusted her stockings and stepped out of the changing room. The soft sound of jazz music filled the air as she walked towards the back room, where the gloryholes were located. The room was dimly lit, and the soft glow of the red lights illuminated the shadowy corners. She could hear the rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting against the tiles, and the muffled moans and gasps coming from the stalls.
Veronica approached the first stall, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, then slowly sank to her knees in front of the hole. Veronica’s senses were immediately awakened as she felt the warmth of the first stream of semen hitting her lips. She opened her mouth, letting the warm liquid flow in. The taste was sweet and salty, and the sensation of the hot fluid filling her mouth was incredible. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She could hear the muffled groans and moans coming from the other side of the wall. Each stream of semen was different, some warm and slow, others hot and fierce. Veronica reveled in the sensation, feeling herself getting lost in the moment. “Oh god, yes. give it to me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sounds of moans and groans. The stall next to hers came to life, and she opened her mouth, letting another stream of semen fill her. She could feel her nipples harden with each new stream, and the ache between her legs grew stronger with each passing moment.
