Sylvia gasped when Mareth's fingers began to roam over her breasts, her voice soon turning into a moan as the soft pink nubs began to harden.  "I... I haven't been with anyone like this for so long..." she admitted between gasps.<br/><br/>When Mareth whispered to her, Sylvia's face was still flush, though this time with pleasure rather than embarrassment.  "Please... Mareth, do whatever you want with me," she begged.