Black cock in Glory hole gets me stuck

In the damp gloom of the cubicle, the only reality is that black cock that dares to cross the hole, a monument of dark and polished flesh that seems to have been made of the same night. Her skin, of a deep and matte ebony, is furrowed by a red with thick and powerful veins that throb with a rhythm of their own, promising a brute and contained strength. The head, broad and arrogant, swells with a dark, anticipatory glow, exuding a potency that fills the air with a smell of raw masculinity.