It had been as if she was apologizing for being wet, his words absolving her of any blame that she might of put on herself. She could hear the harshness of his breath, the way he panted against her skin as though this was doing just as much for him as it was for her. All Damita could hear were their breathing and the wet sounds of his fingers against her arousal-slicked flesh; her breath coming in short pants.<br/><br/>“Mi dios...” She breathed, muscles going taut as those rapidly moving fingers coaxed her over the edge, coercing her body into absolute relaxation as her pussy spasmed. It felt as though that terrible tension had lifted, leaving her feeling as though she would simply melt into a puddle underneath him, her muscles lax. She let her elbows slide out from under her, her forehead touching against the mat as her breathing slowed.<br/>