Ron’s angle changes

Ron feels the heat from Fleur’s bare thighs under his ass, and from her chest so close to his own, and he bites his lip in an effort to maintain his cool. Fleur makes the situation worse by casually reaching out and adjusting his shirt, calmly saying, “You ahr so messy, Ronald, let me tidy you up.”

That provokes Ron’s erection, making his cock gradually straighten up from below as it pulsates. Fleur doesn’t seem to notice the changing pitch of Ron’s pissing, until she abruptly startles as Ron’s cock bumps up against her taint and urine sprays all over her now sopping crotch, “Ayii! Ronald, tu pisse sur mon vagin!!” She tries to stand up, but Ron’s weight on her legs only lets her glide her pussy across Ron’s tip, edging him even more, “Lâche-moi, tu es juste sur ma chatte!” Ron doesn’t understand what she’s saying, but he finds her thick French accent incredibly sexy, especially when it’s used with shock and derision.

Ron reaches out and grabs Fleur’s waist to steady her, but inadvertently holds her just in the right place for his cock to slip up into her pussy. Fleur gasps and lets out the most feminine moan a man could hear, and Ron neglects to pull his cock out of her before it slides smoothly the rest of it’s length into her deliciously soft folds.