Syrisa could not hold back the passion that flooded her. The way this woman touched her, kissed her was just too sensual. It took only minutes for a frighteningly intense surge of pleasure to push her over the edge again. The pleasure burned hotter than before and the little redhead could not stop the intense cries of lust that poured from her. Her hands clawed as the soaked sheets as her hips bucked wildly, pushing insistently against Emma's thrusting fingers. She begged Emma not to stop, never to stop but sadly that was not a possibility.<br/><br/>Sooner than Syrisa would have liked the lusty high ebbed and faded into rippling aftershocks. Still, a breathless gasp escaped her throat as Emma's fingers popped free of her clutching passage. Syrisa could only stare in wide-eyed, blushing embarrassment as she watched the warrior's agile pink tongue lap slowly at those glistening fingers as though she was savouring a fine delicacy. The dazed, physically exhausted mage could only nod weakly. She definitely agreed that they should do this again.<br/><br/>She groaned in relief when Emma offered her a break.<span style="color: indigo">"Oh yes please! I promise this time, no tricks. I just need to rest. We do not all have a warrior's stamina."</span>She could not help but smile up at her bodyguard as she still lay beneathe her, panting softly as she fought to catch her breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>