Poor Damita just couldn’t go anymore, content to just be held against Toho’s furry body. It was no small wonder at the amount of energy he had – though hadn’t he said these forms were used as a means of fighting against enemies? She certainly was no enemy, although she was all too happy to wage this sort of battle. She was soaked in sweat and their juices, his wet fur rubbing against her bottle, making her squirm.<br/><br/>Usually pale cheeks were red, cinnamon gaze remaining closed as she leaned her cheek to the side, brushing it against his nuzzling snout. Thoroughly tired out from their session, Damita was finally able to allow her mind to examine just how they were stuck together – It seemed the base of his cock had swelled into a knot, locking them together, though allowing him to continue his thrusting – Racing for his third climax? It certainly seemed so.<br/>