Damita’s father had always compared her to a fragile porcelain doll, as opposed to her sisters, who were both built to bear children. Damita’s tongue flicked out, darting against his lips before returning to the safety of her mouth, distracting herself from the answer she’d hoped she would of gotten. His answer was not what she had wanted to hear, though she accepted it with a solemn nod.<br/><br/>“I.. I trust you,” Damita whispered, a hand falling to either of his shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. Her slick pussy throbbed at the thought of the coming act, even if Damita was a tad apprehensive, that throb translating directly to all her most sensitive spots – Even her nipples ached to be touched, though she would never say such a thing.<br/>