Now that Em's hands were starting to warm, feeling them rub up and down on her body felt really good. But nothing really came of it, Emily was seeming stuck in the motion of simply rubbing up on Dasha. It wasn't a joke and Dasha knew it, they were going to have to fuck to save their own lifes, whether Emily knew it or not.  She put up with the lackluster performance for a few minutes before reasserting herself.<br/><br/>"EM! It's not a joke! We will wake up with frostbite unless you get a hold of yourself and fuck me hard! Sex burns the same amount of calories and produces the same amount of biometric heat than fifteen minutes of jogging does. I'd much rather spend my time getting off with you than jogging, so unless you wanna get out of the shower now and start jogging in place, I suggest you drop to your knees and get the fucking job done right now!" Dasha didn't like commanding Emily but time was of the essence and if they didn't do something soon, they were gonna have major problems tomorrow morning.<br/><br/>Dasha turned away from Emily and slapped her wet hands against the tile wall, tilting her ass up in the air and spreading the muscles in her proud ass cheeks. "Quit fucking around bitch! eat me out and lets get warm together!" She exclaimed.