My Beastly Husband

old?” Chelsea could not help but ask with a ragged gasp.

“Not cold.
Ah!” Moussa hadn’t finished speaking when she screamed out in shock from one of his deep thrusts.

“Then let’s change positions.” Chelsea sat up and set Moussa’s legs on both of his shoulders.
He grabbed her slim waist and rammed it ferociously.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Chelsea pounded hard and fast, causing Moussa to feel indescribable tingling from deep within.
Her body began to tense uncontrollably, and her orgasm hit her rapidly.
She shuddered and came hard.

“Uhhh! Aah!” Moussa screamed in orgasm as Chelsea continued to pound deep, losing her consciousness.

The two people’s copulation was accompanied by the sound of plopping and slapping, constantly emanating a unique smell.
Moussa’s small buttocks shook violently, and their traces dripped down to the animal skin on the ground.
Moussa’s screams became more and more seductive.

Chelsea felt that it was not enough.
He pressed her legs down again, and Moussa’s whole body was pressed into a V-shape by him.

“Ah!” The sudden change of position made Moussa wake up slightly.
The illusion that her waist was going to be broken made her scream, “Don’t! Ah!”

Chelsea, at the moment, had been red-eyed.
He simply ignored her don’t want to and slammed her into the ice bricks constantly.
Moussa’s whole body was squeezed into a tiny ball, and her long white legs flailed carelessly but could not shake him half a point.