Glory Hole Memories

Peering through the hole I can see the owner pulling up his underpants and trousers and feel a little sad that I’m not going to use it for more pleasure. “Thanks babe, that was awesome!” he says. He opens the door, exits and goes, leaving me a little frustrated at not having more pleasure from that gorgeous cock. I didn’t see his face, but he was wearing smart casual clothes. Which confirmed my earlier thought, this was someone who takes care of themselves.

I sit back down, part my legs and start rubbing my tucked pussy through the confines of the tight black satin panties, which matches the rest of my underwear, replaying in my head the events of the previous fifteen minutes or so. It is getting to the point where I might not be able to stop. But I must. There is more fun to be had today, of that, I’m sure. So, stop I do. I take my compact mirror and lipstick from my handbag and repair my lipstick. That was one bit of make-up that is always going to get messed up when giving oral. Can what has just happened be bettered today? I have no idea, but I am going to hang around a bit longer to find out. In the meantime, my jaw is grateful for the rest from being well used as a fuck toy.