The stands were packed when I took my seat in the VIP section, the national team scarf around my neck hiding the collar Damon had buckled on me earlier. My soaked panties clung tight against my p***y, but they did almost nothing to hold back the thick load still packed inside me. Every time the crowd jumped and roared, the sudden movement made my cunt shift and squeeze, pushing another warm trickle of his c*m out around the fabric and down my inner thigh.
I kept my legs pressed together at first, trying to stay still, but the match was too intense. The players scored early and I shot up with everyone else, shouting at the top of my lungs. The motion forced another heavy spurt of Damon's seed to leak free, sliding hot and sticky between my thighs and soaking the edge of my skirt. My fa
