My Beastly Husband

“Ah … ah …” Chelsea inserted his soft and slippery tongue into Moussa’s flower.
His lips were pressing hard against the already red and swollen entrance of hers, sucking hard.
Chelsea’s long, strong fingers were slowly and gently circling the pearl.
There was the sound of sucking and breathing as well as his heavy panting.
Moussa could not stand it anymore and let out a moan.

“Let’s get some more out.
I want to drink.” Chelsea gave her a couple of not-so-gentle slaps on the buttocks.
He urged her to flow more juice out.

“Oooh …” Moussa pursed her lips and whimpered.
She felt herself being sucked dry by him.
But his tongue was stabbing her right and left, making her feel all tingly down there.
She could not help but ooze more juice out.

“Ah …Don’t …It hurts …” Chelsea suddenly put a finger inside her arsehole.
She cried out in pain.

She kept twisting her body to squeeze his finger out.
As a result, her flower became dry because of the pain.

Chelsea sucked for a long time, but nothing came out.
He raised his head in dissatisfaction.
Chelsea got up and pressed down firmly on her.
And then he kissed her slightly open mouth.
There was no more sweetness in the lower part of her, but there was still something in her mouth.

He sucked Moussa’s tongue firmly and vigorously.
At the same time, there were fingers in and out of her flower and arsehole.

Although it hurts, she didn’t dare to