Slade made a slight but sharp intake of air when he first felt Emma's hand touch the skin of his member, he could read her face like it was a book. She was impressed. Slade always had the best equipment. When the realization of his...dimensions dawned on her it was almost sweet enough to be tasted. He'd enjoy the look on her face when he first thrust himself into her and buried his prick into her. She was impressed and now it was his turn to be impressed. His fingers pulled at the string and tugged it loose, one fluid motion carried the lower end with it and Deathstroke tossed it onto the sand beside them. The top end came loose and he brought his hand around the front to take it away and drop it down beside the bottom.<br/><br/>Emma Frost was even<em>more</em>stunning when everything was in display. With all the beauties walking the beach in various states of next-to-naked she was redoubtably the most desirable. His one good eye ran over everything but of course paid special attention to the full breasts and smooth vulva with the rather amusing blonde diamond. That same hand that had already sampled her and bore evidence returned, rubbing up her leg first almost like a runner gaining momentum. The Assassin took a few moments the rub the smooth entrance before his two middle fingers pushed into Emma, gently at first but then quickly delving deeper. He built a pace, a rhythm of thrusting and stimulating. His thumb sought out the clit she had but on offer for him and gently teased it. Ever...so...<em>gently</em>