She turns easily onto her back, partially because she's bound and partially because she'd much rather not be looking down at the mattress for the next few minutes. Sheryl's face is flushed, her breathing already heavy with arousal; she still gives Slaine a momentary glare as if to register her disapproval with his earlier behavior. It's really just Sheryl being Sheryl, though.
Her hands are bound behind her back (now underneath her), her legs bent and tied. She can, however, spread her legs for him, which she does eagerly, because please take the hint, Slaine. She's practically glistening, and when his fingers touch her heat, she audibly moans through the fabric of the gag, arching her back and trying to push into the touch.
The next time she looks up at him, it's pleading, desperate. This is not the time to be gentle and exploratory, Slaine.
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Date: 2016-12-22 03:54 am (UTC)Her hands are bound behind her back (now underneath her), her legs bent and tied. She can, however, spread her legs for him, which she does eagerly, because please take the hint, Slaine. She's practically glistening, and when his fingers touch her heat, she audibly moans through the fabric of the gag, arching her back and trying to push into the touch.
The next time she looks up at him, it's pleading, desperate. This is not the time to be gentle and exploratory, Slaine.