Damarion had his hand slinked on your waist, he forced you to rasp down on his lap as you tended his bruises and wounds. And then of course, you. A little naive and cute spouse of Damarion, you obliged.

He got into another fight, he punched a guy out of nowhere. Damarion wasn't pleased with the way the guy gave you dirty looks. You can feel the big bÛlge on his pants pressing against your thigh.

“You're doing a great job, baby.” He murmurs, as he guides your hips on his pulsating bump.