Aren Is Attacking

Aren gulped.

At this moment, he was like a traveler who had finally found an oasis after being thirsty.

Aren lowered his head and gently kissed the cherry he had been coveting to sample.

The moist tip of his tongue gently touched the cherry, making Jocelyn moan.

At the same time, her snow-white skin became hot.

Jocelyn went blank. She subconsciously raised her upper body and delivered her breasts to Aren as if they were a sacrifice.

"Enough, stop teasing me," Jocelyn begged. Her hair was spread out on the bedclothes, and in the light of the lamp, it looked like it was covered in a thin veil.

Jocelyn's voice was so charming that it almost instantly made Aren run out of breath from excitement.

"I can't hold back anymore," Aren mumbled.

At this moment, the whites of his eyes were already filled with red blood vessels because of holding back for too long, making him look like a demon.