She bit her lip, trying to pull off an innocent look that they both knew she couldn't get away with. Her hands smoothed over the defined muscles of his abdomen and chest, but her gaze remained fixated on his semi-hard cock. The line he fed her was enough to make her smile widen into a grin, that charade, as if they had both stumbled accidentally into this scenario. "Oh my, what ever will we do now?" Her brow perked, those smoldering hazel eyes of hers scanning upwards along his front, until they landed on his face. It was all smooth movements after that, Andrew's lines about it not being fair that he was nude and she was not, only to follow the words up with an action of evening out the playing field. Her arms raised above her head as he drew the lingerie dress over her head, revealing her smooth, pale, milky skin.<br/><br/>Her pussy had already started to glisten at the folds, which were revealed, hairless, save for a small and trimmed upside-down triangle shape, just at the cusp of her pussy lips. She knew Andrew liked her neat down there, so that he could taste more of her, and fuck her harder, no impediments to get in the way. Just as she preferred him groomed down there as well, making his cock appear bigger than it was, allowing for more substance during their sessions together. Briefly would her breasts jiggle at the movement, her arms dropping once more when the material was also carelessly flung to the ground of their master bedroom. Her tits were not small, but not large either, the cup size of them measuring to be a C cup. Those dark pink nipples had already started to harden at the lack of material covering her shapely, beautifully curved form.<br/><br/>"There, now this is fair again, isn't it?" Emily's grin widened, the passion behind her gaze intensifying. She took a step from the dresser, pivoting and guiding him to follow, so that they had more space, before sliding to her knees. Staring up at him as her hands stroked slowly along his thighs, nearly clawing at his skin as if in desperation for his cock. Her hands guided themselves to his shaft, as her face squared with his hardening member, but all the while would she continue to stare up at him. Her lips slowly parted as they came closer to his cock, gently pressing a kiss against the slit, her hands gripping harder against his shaft and working small strokes up and down his length, her tongue eventually seeping out, to flicker against the tip of his dick, willing it to grow hard, and fast.