My Beastly Husband

ept towards her arsehole, and the other finger entered her entrance simultaneously.

“Mmm…” His fingers entered her behind and her entrance.
Moussa raised her upper back in pain, trying to avoid it, and spat out the stiff member in her mouth.

Chelsea was dissatisfied and bit her small ball.
Then he turned her up and said with a smirk, “If the upper mouth is not willing to accommodate it, then let’s change it to the lower mouth.” Then he moved again.

He lifted her waist, and his thick, hard, and long rod slowly entered his huge head into her entrance from where his fingers were holding it open.
He paused for a moment and then slammed it fast and hard into her sensitive flesh that had been just played with by his fingers.
The violent force allowed the huge head to hit the deepest spot at once.
And then, with another powerful thrust, the huge head pierced Moussa’s cervix.

“Ah ah ah!” Moussa could not help but arch her body because of the intense stimulation and the pain.
But she buried herself deeper into Chelsea’s arms, making it more convenient for him to taste her cherry red mouth.

Chelsea’s rigid member repeatedly pierced in and out, and Moussa’s belly cramped and writhed a few times.
She lay back on the bed, trembling and breathless.
She let Chelsea enter her fiercely one after another.

“Baby, you are so tight.
It makes me so comfortable to be wrung by you.
Are you satisfied with me, hmm?” Chelsea growled in pleasure.

“So.
Comfortable.
Well.
Gently.
Too deep.
Mmm.” Moussa looked enchanted and agreed with him.

“Do you like me or not? Speak up, and I’ll be gentle.” Chelsea enjoyed looking at her shyness but had to say something like that.

“Like, like, ah! Please.
Gently.” There was no need to be ashamed of anything.
She wanted him to be gentle, so she said what he wanted her to say.