Elion's thick, veiny member greeted Tessa with an energetic, springy bob that made her body tremble. Whether it was from fear or anticipation, only she knew, but she had frozen stiff.
She didn't make a move, simply staring at Elion's dick like she had seen some creature of wonder. Her lips separated as if to say something, but she didn't say a thing; She was mesmerised by the sight before her.
If Elion didn't know any better, he would have thought the sight had chased her soul out of her body.
Elion had gotten into the habit of keeping his dick at eight inches; it was a respectable but moderate length, by his standards at least, so he would have liked to think that the sight wasn't too menacing for her, but perhaps he had overestimated Tessa's eagerness.
The sight of her face staring up at his dick was quite an endearing one as well, but they had to move on to the next step sooner or later.
