Syrisa bit her lip, her attempt to stimulate Emma also serving to stimulate herself. She felt Emma's shiver and she purred in pleasure.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes Emma, you most definitely get to me but I am beginning to think the reverse is also true. Would I be correct in that assumption?" </span>She murmured the words into the warrior's ear while her body still slithered against Emma's back. At the same time her hands slipped around the front of the taller girl's waist. One slid up and the other down. Lightly her nails raked across the blonde's inner thighs, just teasing, not trying to stimulate her more just yep. The other hand went back to the big firm breast that she had been sucking only moments before. She truly was becoming addicted to her bodyguard.<br/><br/>In a move she hoped was an exceptional tease she eased away, taking up a washcloth and began to wash Emma's back. There was no intimate contact at all, simply the gently scrub of the washcloth. Turnabout was fair play after all, and Syrisa had not forgotten all she had endured at Emma's hands. She felt that there was a lot of payback left to be dished out but she also knew she had to tread lightly. If the teasing went too far Emma would simply pin her down and take what she wanted. Maybe that was the endgame that Syrisa herself hoped for, honestly she herself could not tell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>