My Beastly Husband

make me endure a little.
Mmm.
Yourself why.
Not.
Not.
Not.
Mmm.
Hold back,” Moussa complained as she gasped in pain.

“Baby, who made you so tempting? I can’t hold back even if I want to.
See how l do it.” Chelsea laughed lightly and held Moussa’s head with one hand, forcing her to look directly at the blood-curdling image reflected on the ice brick.

The picture was so lustful that Moussa could clearly see her flower trembling slightly as it swallowed his huge member bit by bit.

“Mmm,” the lewd picture stimulated Moussa.
She couldn’t help but moan.
Her flower kept flowing again.

“Baby, is it nice? You see how gluttonous you are.
You actually ate the whole thing.” Chelsea verbally stimulated her while he started thrusting hard.

Moussa saw that every time he pulled out, a bright red tender flesh could be rolled out as if countless tiny tentacles were desperately trying to retain him.
When he pushed in, they all retracted again.
This picture was too exciting.
Moussa could not stand it and wanted to turn her head away, but Chelsea held her head to prevent her from moving.
She had no choice but to tilt her head back and softly beg him, “Don’t talk, please.
Don’t talk!”

“Okay, baby, I won’t say anything.
Watch carefully and see how I f*ck you, huh?” Chelsea said and started thrusting hard.

“Ahhhhh!” Moussa felt her flower was on fire from the friction of his hot rod.
She raised her breasts uncomfortably, and her hands, which were propped up on the ice bricks, lost their strength, and her whole body was stuck to the ice bricks.

“Hiss,” Moussa’s entire upper body was pressed against the ice brick.
The cold touch gave her a jolt, and her flower involuntarily tightened.