Kissing the Toe

A greeting?

He called that a greeting!

Jocelyn was shocked by the way he put it, but what was more shocking was yet to come.

"If you don't want to be hurt, you'd better not move."

Under Jocelyn's confused gaze, Aren grabbed the strap on the side of Jocelyn.

Jocelyn was slow, but she was not stupid. In an instant, she understood what Aren meant. She started to struggle to express her rejection.

"I don't want to. Please let me go, Master Aren. You can't treat me like this. We're not married yet!"

Jocelyn's struggles and cries did not slow down him at all. Instead, because of that, Aren was already able to see her private area.

Jocelyn struggled violently, and her lower body inevitably rubbed against his little buddy, making it let out a few drops of secretion.

Aren's little buddy squirmed in excitement, rubbing against the bushes, making Jocelyn, who was struggling, stiffen.