Syrisa did not last long under the touch of Emma's strong hands and soft lips before she was squirming against the taller woman. Her slender arm draped lightly around the other woman's neck and she just enjoyed the building pleasure. Emma's knee was in such a position that her squirming was causing a most delectable friction and just when it started to feel very, very good she found herself trying to grind against empty air. She felt embarrassed and her legs snapped closed. She scrambled up into a semi-sitting position and just stared at the companion. Unbeknownst to Syrisa, her soft, pink lips were set into a needy pout as she looked at Emma's serene face.<br/><br/>She could only nod, dumbfounded, when Emma suggested food. She was sitting there, aroused so much she could not stop shaking and Emma was seriously talking about food! With a frustrated sigh, Syrisa simply nodded, making her crimson hair bob softly.<span style="color: indigo">"Yes Emma, that sounds quite nice. I would enjoy that." </span>She said and her voice betrayed her desire as she sat slowly working on retrieving her composure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>