I can't even remember the amount of times I came while making use of that glory hole, but what I can recall is just how amazing this felt at the end of my time, though the end of one thing is simply the beginning of another.
I needed to begin somewhere else because the woman servicing me decided to cut me off of my supply of orgasms, moving away from the hole and leaving me hanging there as I waited for her to suck me off again.
When I realized she was telling me to go away so she could have someone else or that she herself was done for the night, I had to go and find someone else to help handle my remaining virility, which wasn't that much of an issue.
With however much time had passed the amount of people back here had dwindled a fair amount, so I was free to walk on over to one of the ends and take my pick with the women who worked here.
