Should every day be as exhausting as this one had already proved to be, Damita would never get out of Toho’s tent except to wash and perhaps eat. She had leaned forward a bit, hands anchored as she bounced up and down, unable to stifle the groans and moans that continuously poured from her lips, unheeding of just how loud she was actually being.<br/><br/>Back arched as his leathery paw came up to grope at that one globe of flesh, the slightest contact against her nipple sending her into spasms, her pussy convulsing around his cock. She had never been pushed so far athletically or mentally before, her every muscle screaming as they strained, sweat coating her skin in a thin sheen.<br/><br/>Had Damita known that Tala was there, perhaps she would of stopped Toho, or hid her blushing body from view; though she was oblivious to everything and everyone around her, content to ride upon the intruding shaft.<br/>