Emma purred,"Maybe...Maybe not...I think we both can get into each other's heads a bit too much, mm?" She chuckled and then moaned as she felt the hands go to her waist and then slid against her body in two different directions. Her hands began to dig into the mageling's supple ass as she could not help but to do only that and moan again as the combined pleasure of the breasts and the hands ravaged her.<br/><br/>She was just able to detain a whimper as Syrisa moved away from her and began to use an actual washcloth to begin washing her. She bit her lip, missing the intimate contact that no longer came to her as her lover just contented herself to just washing her back with the cloth.<br/><br/>She did juggle with the idea of something to do for revenge. But thought better of it. This was Syrisa's revenge for all the things she had done to her. It was only fair. After this, Emma didn't want their future<i>moments</i>to be nothing back a back and forth tug-o-war of vengeful ecstasy. It would be much more enjoyable of just sweet, tender lovemaking...more than likely mixed with only just a<i>hint</i>of passionate roughness.<br/><br/>But, for now, she would just have to endure this as best as possible...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>