As he sat back to quietly ponder to himself, Damita continued her exploration of his body, her touch firm as she slid her fingers around the base of his shaft before bringing them upwards. Pads of her fingers slid over the head of his cock, circling just beneath it as she admired it for what it was – something of power, a tool that could be used for pleasure or pain.<br/><br/>Cinnamon gaze was brought upward once more as his fingers tangled gently in her hair, her movements slow as she reseated herself upon his lap, legs stretched wide to accommodate them both. Her heart gave a sudden leap as the base of his cock came in contact with her sex, her hands having continued to pet and stroke his shaft as soon as she was securely seated. Her gaze was slanted up at him as he gasped, a brow arching as her lips curved into a smirk – She did so love the little noises he was making, letting her know that he wasn’t such a statue; after all, he was only human, right?<br/><br/>Well, kind of.<br/>