Damita made little sounds in her throat each time the pads of those paws rubbed over her nipples, leaving them throbbing and in want of more – although those actions were interpreted directly to her womanly center, making it throb with need as well. Damita continued to nip at his tongue, sometimes meeting it with her own; it was hard to kiss someone with a muzzle, so she was finding out.<br/><br/>Damita’s arm moved freely at Toho’s promptly, her fingers sliding against his cock before encircling it, sliding over that hot flesh. The tail of her braid slid against her back with her movements, the muscles in her back flexing with each tickling touch of hair to skin, the braid’s movement prompted by the motion of her head. Her other hand finally found its way to Toho’s erection, fingers gliding up while the other hand slid downward.<br/><br/>