Syrisa shivered as she felt her lover's amrs and legs wrap tightly around her, pinning her in place as the blonde ground her mound against the mageling's trapped hand. She bit her lip as Emma's soft pleasured sounds echoed in her ear. She felt happy to please her companion and she began to wriggle her fingers, trying to work them deeper as the warrior used her trapped hand to gratify her need.<br/><br/>The redhead blushed at Emma's words but nodded.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes Miss Emma, i can not help myself. i want to please you. i would love to get a little more dirty before we get clean."</span>She managed a lopsided smile while another finger slipped between Emma's folds, gently stroking her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>