My Beastly Husband

>Chelsea sighed helplessly and rolled over to pull out his softened member.
How could that little thing be so annoying that she could not forget her corn at such a time?

He took the animal skin skirt beside him and got a piece of clothing from the dresser.
He threw it to Moussa because he tore the one she had before and probably couldn’t wear it.

Moussa reluctantly sat up, put on the cloth, and saw him walking out.
She called him quickly, “Wait.
I want to take a bath.”

“What bath.
Hurry up, and then we can continue.” Chelsea said impatiently.

Moussa blushed at his words.
“No, I’ll get something out of me.
I want to take a bath.
You go get water for me so I can finish soon.”

Seeing her persistence, Chelsea reluctantly changed direction and went to help her get bathwater.

Moussa slowly stepped off the bed with her aching body and walked hunched towards the bathroom.

Seeing that he had already made the bathwater, she slowly climbed in and was shocked by the cold bathwater.
It was so cold.

When she looked up, she saw that Chelsea was still standing nearby watching her.
She was a little embarrassed and turned her head to the side and said, “You go out first.
I’ll finish washing soon.”

Chelsea did not say anything but suddenly yanked the animal skin skirt.
He jumped into the tub behind her.

“Ah!” Moussa was startled.
The water in the tub overflowed because of his large figure’s entry.

“What are you doing?” Moussa asked in confusion.