Pulling down my pants, Damien said, “Everyone’s talking and laughing out there, and all I could think about is burying my face in your pussy.” When my pants were off, he did just that as I spread my legs apart. Still leaning my back against the wall, I dug my fingers into the back of his head as he continued to eat me out. He came up for air. “Falalalala to me. You taste better than any Christmas treat.” I laughed. “We have to get back out there.” Panting, I said, “I need to come.” “Don’t come yet,” he growled.
