Oh, absolutely.

"Oh ho, looks like someone's getting a little too excited. Well, at least for this early in the night, I do expect some wetness later on. Let me just," Emi grabbed a small microfiber towel she had brought with her, and roughly thrust it between Layla's legs.

More than once, while cleaning up her juices, Emi brushed the fibrous cloth against Layla's lower lips. Each time she did it took everything in the girl's power to not jump, squirm, or moan. She wanted to bury her face in her hands, but they had already been painted, so all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and grit her teeth. Despite her eyes being shut, she could still picture the cocky smirk on Emi's face as she transitioned from wiping her down to painting her lower half.

Then she felt her lips being parted, and a stray finger finding its way inside. That shocked a very unladylike moan out of the half-painted beauty.

"H-hey, knock it off!" She commanded, trying to sound like she meant it. Emi just smirked back at her, not even bothering to claim it as an accident.