First, get a hold of this mess

Daisys engorged meat was throbbing trough the fabric of her skirt by the time they entered her bedroom, and after a split second of hesitation they embrached each other tightly as their mouth opened for a long overdue frantic makeout session.

After a good minute or so of exchangeing large amounts of sloppy saliva Daisy broke the kiss, but instead of begining to disrobe like she had expected, her eyes locked onto hers as her expression got surprisingly serious, though it had lost nothing of its **** arousal.

"Emily, what is happening right now... not that I dont like it but... you know, how?", the futa asked as calmly as she could, a little wet spot already visible through the skirts fabric.

The short pause felt longer than it was after the intense makeout, during which her eyes flickered away and back to the blushed futas.

"Beacuse... because of you, you brickheaded troll, its been to fucking long, now get over here you...", but her anger vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving her agitated and **** as she sunk down to sit on the beds edge.

It only took a second before Daisy had sat beside her to hug her deeply from behind, her hands forearms slideing under her skimpily clad breasts as she felt her warmth radiateing through her back.

"Wow", the futa quietly said, the disbelief clear in her voice.

"That really just happened", she added a bit later, now much more joyous in tone.

They just sat in the slightly awkward embrace for a while, until Emilys voice broke the moment, the mischieve clear in her voice, "You like the outfit?".