The feeling of Emma's body atop her own made Syrisa sigh in pleasure. As much as she loved the hard use, and boy did she ever, the feeling of Emma's breasts against her own and the underside of her temporary cock sliding against her wet folds was a welcome respite. Her lips pursed when Emma began to kiss her over and over. She felt so close to her lover, and giggled softly when the soft kisses kept up. It was like night and day compare to the activities of only a few minutes ago with her obediently bent over taking every inch of that marvellous cock deep in her backside. Then the kisses stopped and Syrisa moaned at the feel of Emma's heavy breaths against her lips. She felt proud that she pleased her bodyguard as much as Emma pleased her.<br/><br/>Then she felt woman's tight body shift, drawing back enough to line that thick cock up with her opening. She whimpered softly and spread a little more just before Emma started to push forward. Every inch drew a noise that was increasingly higher as for the first time the redheaded mageling was opened by more than just Emma's fingers. It felt good and bad at the same time and Syrisa just focused on remembered to breathe. Even when Emma had taken her ass she had not felt so full and Syrisa was crying out at the pure intensity of sensation. With an inch still outside of her stretched opening, Emma bottomed out, drawing a plaintive squeak from the mage under her. Her breathing was ragged and her hair was plastered to her forehead by the perspiration (and residue of semen). Those bright blue eyes were clenched tightly shut and her small chest rose and fell in rapid, stuttering gasps for breath. She wanted to tell Emma that it felt good and that she never wanted the feeling to end but again she was at a loss for words. That alone was shocking in its own right.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>