The seats were worn out and the lining of the ceiling was hanging down. I noticed all of this as Natasha rattled on about how her boyfriend had told h...er that if she bought it he would help her fix it up and "pimp it out". They really have their work cut out for them I thought to myself. Natasha told me that she would see me later. She then walked toward her front door. When she turned away I looked down at her nice little ass. Her pink shorts were barely covering her firm ass cheeks. My dick,. Redundant, you might think, but not all gay men love to suck cock. Go figure! But I do, so when I first heard about gloryholes, I thought that sounded great. I could suck a guy's cock, never have to see his face or body, never have to form a relationship of any kind, and in the end I'd get a mouthful of warm, thick cum, no strings attached. And the guy on the other side of the wall would get a great blowjob, and all he would care about is the warm wet mouth sucking his cock and coaxing out a. It still wasn’t that late, at least, not by Marco’s standards. I knew from experience he rarely turned in before midnight. Could I keep going until then without collapsing in a heap? What time was it now, anyway—a little after ten, maybe? Oh God, was that all? I groaned under my breath, reapplied my fake smile and opened the door. Marco, kneeling in front of one of the bedside cabinets, sent me a quizzical glance as I entered. ‘You okay?’ ‘Me? I’m fine,’ I lied, jumping slightly as the. I could tell just from looking that a wet spot had begun to form on the crotch of her panties. She sat up and lifted the dress off over her head. As she did this I lifted myself enough to slide my shirt off and we each through our clothes of the edge of the bed into the floor. She came back down to meet me as I grabbed one of her breasts in my hand and began to massage it. Each time my hand compressed on the soft flesh she would let out a subtle breath and her hips would grind against mine. .