Ronan arched his eyebrows as Arielle put the tip of his cock into her mouth without him telling her to. He let out a long, sharp gasp again.
Ronan subconsciously trailed on Arielle's head and grabbed her hair. When he realized Arielle was still in the process of adjusting, Ronan let go of her hair and instead stroked it gently.
"You did well. Continue slowly. Yes, suck it like that."
Arielle put Ronan's manhood into her mouth slowly and took a sip of the warmth. She couldn't put the big thing in her mouth completely, so she stroked the shaft with her hand.
The man's grunts got louder. The faster Arielle moved her hand, the harder Ronan bit his lower lip.
Arielle glanced up and her eyes met directly with Ronan's misty sharp eyes. The man's lips parted slightly with a slightly flushed face. It was the first time for Arielle to see Ronan in such a condition. Ronan smirked and lifted his chin, telling her to continue sucking his manhood.
