Oh, god yes

"Oh, god yes.", the futa answered, too quickly, too loudly and much to needily, just the reaction she had wanted to elicit.

Swiflty reaching behind, she took hold of the damp, fleshy protrusion that had been pokeing her lower back for the last minute or so, finding, to her complete surprise, that her fingers only got to feel its heat through a robust strechy fabric even efter they had made their way under the tenting skirt.

Turning towards Daisy revealed that the futa was already enjoying this very limited stimulation of her slideing her hand along the confined shaft, blindly trying to figure out what this clothy barrier hideing her prize was and how to get rid of it, at least enough so that the brunette failed to notice the questioning glance that Emily gave her.

Keeping up her exploratory scuffed handjob, she slowly slid of the bed to get a better view from below, soon sitting between the futas legs with a hunched back, peeking under the tenting skirt where the shafts containment turned out to be a black, sturdy and either very strechy or very unusually shaped piece of undergarment.

"Daisy", it took a moment for the flusted futa to realise her attention was required and subsequently her eyes to open, showing momentary surprise at her partners new position, "Your clothes are in the way. And what is that?".

With Daisy standing up to pull her skirt down, she couldnt help but shudder a bit at the position she found herself in, excitedly looking up at the undressing futa while tucked away between her surprisingly sturdy legs, though her thighs had to become thick enough for them to blend into her wide hips, with the firmly contained package hovering right above her face.

"I have these special panties so my cock doenst, you know, get hard and make a scene, they are a bit of a pain to be...", but before the futa could finish her sentence, Emily had already got on her knees and pressed her immaculate freckled face into the underside of her bulgeing crotch, instinctively inhaleing deeply as the potent smell of the futa crush oozed through the thick fabric.

Both of them shared a little shuddering moan as they were momentarily lost to their primal needs, during which Daisy reached down to affectionetly stroke over the kneeling redheads tightly bound hair.

"Wait, did you just say that these are there so you dont get hard?", she asked a bit shocked given the rigid sausage inside these "panties" was already as long as her face pressed into it from below, which was obviously a bit of a pain point for her partner as her facial expression quickly turned into an insecure mess while her hand leaving Emiys head left an inexplainable sting in her gut.