After some time he bounced back, broke contact and moved to another position. His finger beckoned. My cock was ready and had little hesitation. I put it on his finger. I gently pulled his finger and stroked it. My cook got more profound as he pulled it with such joy, and the warm dampness was wholly taken over, and a little less noticed. This must have been the first touch of his wet lips to my ambitious and hopeful cock. The sensation was new and familiar and increased joy as I continued to sink deep into the mouth of a stranger, completely lost in his willing fellatio. A kind of blowjob done by the truth of gloryhole, the loving care I love more. This is my second time at the Glory Hole. His style was mildly encouraging rather than just demanding or overwhelming and incredibly smooth.
Not a complete surprise, given the view of the cut-off where the cock was kneeling before it entered the hole in the wall, I was able to enjoy the first pleasing sensation of my mouth and then pull it back a bit wildly. Even though it hid some self-deception, I didn't expect it to be sucked-in fact, and it was just a coincidence that my cock was sucked. It wasn't because it was secretly desired, nor was it as secret as it is now. Getting me to suck in was something I had already begun to crave for. My finger immediately approached his cock through a transparent opening, and he quickly moved and could easily feel their now clean, upright thick cock. I pulled him to glory with my finger and tried the same trick, but with the same result. Rubbing a still wet cock against a hard cock now reveals his unusual thickness. The diameter of my cook was, in my eyes, well averaged and at most half the width of his. Still, the difference in size was amazed at how much he had to see, feel, feel, and wrap around. In his reach, we started moving the cock together, his fingers slipped into my cock again, pulling it with great joy as he pulled back his cock. Not only my fingers were guiding the rod, but his cock movement kept me moving deeper, so to my desire with a man who knew how to make me want more until I hit the wall. His cock thrilled me when he wanted my cock. I have more exceptional desires and wills than he wants my attention to his still growing cock. He was the joy of another man, the joy that I no longer resisted, my cock moving deeply against him, his hands swinging my cock head, and I wanted to keep my pubic bone no further-the length of my cock was a bit long and was taken in his size as it was a minor observation after that. After my cock passed ultimately, he changed positions and allowed me to get into his fabulous mouth for more blowjobs, no longer ejaculate in just a few seconds of bliss. There is no more. His style was dominated by more than just self-confidence. It was an exciting combination that melted everything except my consciousness that I felt it. Despite not understanding my exact reason, my cock was sucked by someone who wanted it the way I was grateful. It wasn't the first time in my life, the man who took my cock to an utterly satisfying territory now owns my cock and can't help but overflows the craving Was sending me to. His desire was undeniably part of the skill that sets true artisans apart. When I felt myself flattened on the wall, I felt at least a little back. This is another significant part of the unique thrill of Glory Hole. The surface gives the illusion that it is being pressed flat, even if you step deeper. My moaning started again, guiding him to slow down his aspiration a bit. His hands began cupping my ball and then slipping on my pubic hair. Somewhere in a timeless sense, the idea of tasting my first cock began to flow through my thoughts, far from thoughts. I pulled back slowly as the fascinating orgasmic outlook began to recede from the roots of my cock, when I pumped my cock again, "still, oh... yeah...just What I wanted, but between the unstoppable moans, repeated "not yet" several times, and returning without an unstoppable push, his mouth finally slipped me. The space was free, so my shaking hands sought to find the biggest cock that I have never experienced in my life. It was hard right now after I smoked my projecting members. I grabbed it with my left hand, and my right hand pumped my hot length, trying to get a calm figure in the still growing tide. What's overwhelming me at some point isn't over yet, but there's another summit of the past safely, which lifted me higher with a wave of cock sucking, which was virtually intriguing. To Be Continued
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