Damita continued to shudder and writhe for him as he played his finger over that nub, no thought given to the warm wetness that leisure began to coat her inner thighs. That slickness proved to be a great help, allowing Toho’s finger to slide all the easier across that button, each pass stoking a flame of want higher and higher. This was all still so new to Damita, the girl unsure whether to be ashamed of such feelings or to embrace them.<br/><br/>She ground herself against his finger, moving against it as she held herself up, riding it to a climax – Out in the woods, no one could hear as Damita whimpered and moaned, purring incomprehensible words against Toho’s muzzle. Finally she was there, right there, teetering on that edge, her whole body held tense, her breath also held. It took only a light touch to send her shuddering body over into the abyss of pleasure, thighs wet and slick with her own cum.<br/>