The unknown is her aphrodisiac. She kneels, fingers tracing the cool metal of the gloryhole, her breath misting slightly in the chilled air. A cock, thick and long, appears, and she opens wide, taking it in hungrily. She's anonymous, powerless, yet in control. Her mouth works expertly, lips tight, tongue swirling, saliva dripping. The stranger's moans echo, fueling her desire. She wants to taste him, to feel him pulse in her mouth. She's a vessel, a willing hole, and the taboo of it all sends shivers down her spine.