Damita shifted, unused to being impaled and left sitting still upon something, inabling her to move. Her hands threaded through his hair, brushing softly through that length, using it to urge his head back. With his neck exposed to her, Damita distracted herself from the dull throbbing of pain left over from her previous experiences, focusing instead on covering every exposed inch of his neck in little butterfly kisses and nibbles.<br/><br/>Her breasts brushed teasingly over his chest as he lifted her with the movement of his pelvis, a gasp muffled against his neck. She slid her hands through his hair, hands finally moving to take hold of his shoulders as he lifted her before sliding her down the length of his shaft, her nails biting into skin. The first was the hardest, though it was all downhill from there, endorphins masking the presence of the previous hurts in favor of allowing her to enjoy the exquisite feelings that came from his cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.<br/><br/>Her head moved forward once more at the urging of his hand, Damita nuzzling her face into his neck, sliding her tongue up to toy at the lobe of his ear as he’d done to her. Her pussy clenched and squeezed against him, those muscles refusing to relax as he bounced her on his lap, the friction making things low in her body pulse and throb with need.<br/>