Sheryl can only stay twisted around to face Slaine for so long before she gets tired and has to relax, falling back to the bed face first. Maybe it's not so bad like this, actually. (She knows it's not so bad like this.)
She turns her head to the side so she can breathe, still able to look at Slaine out of the corner of her eye, mostly. Like this, she can feel his hands roaming along her backside, around her ass, and tugging at her thong. Then, she realizes that not only is he not going to just take it off, he can't, just in time for flimsy fabric to snap.
And there she is, naked and bare, freshly shaven and glistening wet from arousal. He can see her. Sheryl makes another irritated-sounding noise, but doesn't struggle or squirm too much, so it seems she's not all that genuinely angry.
She is, however, genuinely horny. God, Slaine, just fuck her already... is what she wants to say.
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Date: 2016-12-20 05:43 am (UTC)She turns her head to the side so she can breathe, still able to look at Slaine out of the corner of her eye, mostly. Like this, she can feel his hands roaming along her backside, around her ass, and tugging at her thong. Then, she realizes that not only is he not going to just take it off, he can't, just in time for flimsy fabric to snap.
And there she is, naked and bare, freshly shaven and glistening wet from arousal. He can see her. Sheryl makes another irritated-sounding noise, but doesn't struggle or squirm too much, so it seems she's not all that genuinely angry.
She is, however, genuinely horny. God, Slaine, just fuck her already... is what she wants to say.