Gloryhole Cock Handled In Dim Light

Forty-something stranger slides his cock through the gloryhole, knuckles white as he grips the edges. Veins bulge with each slow stroke, pre-cum dripping onto the floor below. Head tilted back, he exhales through gritted teeth while the stall walls shake with every thrust. No names, no faces—just the sound of skin slapping against wood and his ragged breathing. Cock twitches as he pulls it close, ready to finish in quick, uneven pumps.