My Beastly Husband

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“Mmm.
It hurts.
Chelsea.
Gently.
It is too deep.
Ah ah ah!” Moussa snapped out of her euphoria and slapped his big hand in an attempt to slow him down.

“Baby, it is more enjoyable when it is deeper.
Look at how tight you are below.
It is more enjoyable, isn’t it?” Chelsea just thought she was shy.
He removed his hand from her snowy peak and pressed her against the tub’s wall.
All at once, he entered deeper and deeper like an iron wedge.

“Ah! Chelsea.
It hurts you.
Slow.
Slow.
Slow.
Ah ah ah!” His aggressive movements spilled water out of the tub.
Moussa’s voice became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into unconscious moans.

Chelsea seemed hungry for her and continued pounding her.
Every time he stabbed her womb’s door, he made her shiver, moan, and scream.

“Ahhh!” Chelsea was finally satisfied and roared as he shot a stream of hot fluid into her flower.

After the passion, Moussa leaned weakly against him.
She gasped and let him use his fingers to expel some of the fluid from her flower.

Chelsea was in a good mood and carried her out of the tub.
He kissed her sweaty face and asked, “Are you still cold?”

Moussa glanced at him in annoyance and did not answer.

Chelsea pretended to be surprised and asked, “What? Are you still cold? Then let’s do it again?”

“You’re annoying.” Moussa did not know where the courage came from, but she got all worked up and pinched him on his waist.

Chelsea did not get angry and even laughed out loud.