The redhead leaned into Emma's hot, soft lips when the warrior's lips pressed to hers. She returned the kiss with equal passion but her tongue was quickly overwhelmed and Emma was given free rein to plunder the mageling's mouth. Syrisa thought that she would faint from the heat and the lack of air. Her pulse was racing when Emma finally relinquished the erotic lip lock. Syrisa blushed when she saw Emma's gaze drop to her heaving chest as the flushed mage tried to catch her breath. She blushed softly.<span style="color: indigo"> "They are perfect Miss Emma." </span>She mumbled timidly while she felt the strong arms of her lover encircle her and hold her tightly. She felt calm and utterly relaxed. She knew that Emma would never let anything bad happen to her.<br/><br/>As if answering the call for food, Syrisa tight stomach let out a soft but embarrassing grumble and the young mage blushed again.<span style="color: indigo"> "It would be my pleasure to wash you."</span>The waterlogged redhead said with a sincere and eager smile. Her hands quickly fumbled for a soft sponge and a bar of softly scented soap. It had a soft fresh smell that she thought complimented the warrior. Feminine but not girly, if that made any sense.<span style="color: indigo">"Shall I start with your front or back?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>