"Fuck!" Marcel cursed when he felt Arianna's tongue on his cock. It was merely a lick of her tongue and he was beginning to breathe as if he ran a marathon.
The salty, slightly bitter taste of his precum was the first thing Arianna tasted when she licked his tip. Pride bloomed inside of her as the man lying in front of her shuddered at her touch.
He pulled against the restraint but he couldn't get out of it and Arianna knew if his hands weren't hindered, he would be the one directing her ministration right now, now he could only urge her on knowing he was as good as dead if she dared to stop.
Arianna wrapped her hand around his huge cock, still marveling at the sheer size of him and wondering how she was going to take him without gagging. But then, she had never been the one to walk away from a challenge, so Arianna dragged her hand up the full length of his shaft and Marcel groaned loudly, his cock growing harder in her grip.
