As Slaine awakens to his kinky side, Sheryl is absolutely thrilled with her submissive one. Even if strictly speaking the sensation of having her wet folds touched by leather gloves isn't quite as pleasant as soft, warm skin, the fact that he's doing it without her so much as able to close her thighs makes her all the wetter. "You sadistic bastard," she breathes again, feeling his hands wander over her body.

"I'll never give in to you... never, do you hear me!" Sheryl shudders, inhaling through her nose and tossing her head back almost out of reflex. "You can ravish my body, you pig, but I'll never give you anything more!"

Please, please, please ravish her body, Slaine. She's practically dripping thinking about it.