Her breasts were pressed flush against his chest, Damita arching against him as his finger slowly slid against that little button of nerves. Quick panting breaths were taken as his tongue was released, cinnamon eyes closing as pleasurable sensations flooded through her, making her moan against his muzzle.<br/><br/>Had Damita been in her right mind, perhaps she would of noticed that he had better control over this form; though in all honestly, she wasn’t in the state of mind to think about much at that particular moment. Her hips moved ever so slightly, pressing harder against his finger, providing her with more friction as he moved.<br/>