In a dark corner of the festival grounds, Della Cate set up her Irish kissing booth with an enticing twist. A small hole in the wall leading to her private chambers, affectionately dubbed the glory hole. Men lined up eagerly to experience the allure of her kisses and maybe even more. Each encounter was filled with anticipation as they waited for their turn. Della, dressed in a short green dress, teased them with her body language and playful eyes. When it was finally their turn, they stepped into her small booth, not knowing what to expect next. As Della closed the curtain, the tension mounted, leaving both parties yearning for connection. Their hot breaths mingling as she whispered words of desire into their ears. The moment she pressed her lips against theirs, fireworks exploded inside them both. Their hands roamed freely on each other's bodies, seeking release from the overwhelming desire that had built up between them.
