"Why? We've done this many times before, right? You even said 'fuck me, Ronan' too, right?"
Arielle covered her face with both of her hands, making Ronan chuckle in amusement.
He pressed his body on Arielle, so she can feel it how much Ronan miss her body.
"Come on… don't be shy. You're my wife now."
Ronan took out his finger from Arielle's core, then took one of Arielle's hands, holding it gently. Ronan could see the liquid left in his hand dripping onto the girl's breasts.
Without breaking eye contact with Arielle, Ronan licked his own middle finger, making Arielle amazed.
"I miss this taste," he said after tasting his own finger.
Ronan bent his body down to put Arielle's tiny breasts in his mouth.
"Arielle, hold me."
