Damita left a small mark on his neck in the wake of her teeth and lips, a small purplish bruise that would be easily hidden by his hair. She giggled as her eyes caught sight of it, lips curving into an almost smug grin as she pondered over it – She had marked /her/ warrior. Her bottom was warmer than the rest of her from the continual coming together of her flesh and his own, those lovely cheeks blushing red now.<br/><br/>Without his hands on her bottom to guide her, Damita had to take over as best she could, moving up and lowering herself onto his shaft at the pace they’d been at. Her young breasts jiggled and bounced within his grasp, Damita taking pleasure in teasing at his neck as he murmured and gasped, making sure to avoid that mark and avoid making it any bigger.<br/>