Syrisa moaned when Emma's hand caressed her cheek and leaned into the delicate touch. She still could not get over the way that she reacted to even the slightest touch from the tall warrior. She smiled softly at Emma's comments.<span style="color: indigo">"Of course I will enjoy it Miss Emma." </span>The redhead practically purred with a smile on her face. The smile turned into a look of shock and delight as the other hand slid against the very sensitive flesh of her mound. It felt so good she almost forgot about washing Emma again. Reluctantly she took the woman's wrist and eased it away from her mound.<span style="color: indigo"> "No fair, it is my turn. Turn around please." </span>She said and the attempt at sounding stern simply amused the warrior.<br/><br/>Once Emma had turned though, Syrisa just took a moment taking in the lines of her body. Her smooth back, inviting hips, and firm bottom that just begged for a little attention. Syrisa started slowly, stroking wet hands across Emma's shoulders, before pressing her dripping body against Emma's back, using her flat stomach and small firm breasts as a washcloth to wet her lover's back. It all felt so good and she hoped Emma enjoyed the feel of the redhead's hard little nipples dragging across her back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>