She giggled again as he confirmed her suspicions, cinnamon gaze intent on his shaft as she stroked it. Her touch was delicate, exploratory, Damita’s expression delighted as it twitched in her hand. Her gaze was drawn away as his lips touched hers, Damita’s eyes closing briefly as Toho kissed her, redirecting her attentions.<br/><br/>Damita was indeed special, having no experience with men or women before she had come to be with Toho; she was naïve, malleable and willing to learn it seemed. A quiet purr was given as he kissed her ear, his words making her hand hesitate in it’s movements. Her expression was unsure, almost frightened, the Spanish girl tensing like a filly about to bolt – though instead of shying away, she nodded, her eyes beseeching him to keep that promise.<br/><br/>