Jynx smiles, a strange little smile like a child who's just sampled the joy of crushing an ant. A mix of glee and cruelty. One small, scarred hand caressed Emma's back like the con was her favorite thing in the world, before she leaned in slightly, both hips back on Emma's hips as she pushed. She wanted to rut her all at once but knew that might not work. She had to get her going first, get deep enough to get a rhythm going so that Emma's ass would realize there was no hope for it. The blue-haired girl's pleas fell on deaf ears as she kept pushing, finally about two or three inches inside now, though there was plenty left.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>