My Beastly Husband

f splashing kept increasing.

Moussa was afraid that Ryan would hear it.
She was so ashamed that she was about to cry again, but she didn’t dare to make a sound.
She could only shake her head repeatedly and shouted no silently.

At that time, a slight snoring sound came from Ryan’s direction, indicating that he was already asleep.

Moussa flattened her mouth in aggravation and whispered, “Ryan is here.
Please don’t do it.”

Chelsea looked up and kissed her on the lips, saying in a low voice, “He is already asleep.
What are you afraid of? I am thirsty, and your down there is dripping wet.
I want to drink.”

He said so and went down to her body, bending her thighs outward to present her whole p*ssy to him.
Moussa wanted to close her legs in shame, but he spread them even more.

Although it was completely dark and there was no light in the house, he could still see clearly in the darkness, a natural ability of beasts.

Chelsea looked at the pink squirming involuntary.
He swallowed his saliva and kissed it.
He was sucking hard as he pressed his mouth against hers, freeing up a hand to play with her arse.

Moussa was getting itchy and uncomfortable.
She raised her hands above her head and grabbed the animal skin beneath her, and moved up.
As soon as she moved, Chelsea drew her back forcefully, and then he stuffed two fingers into her arse and worked harder.

Moussa winced in pain and dared not move again.
He sucked her p*ssy and swallowed it with a big mouthful.
The sound was so loud that she was frightened, afraid of waking up Ryan.
The only way was to beg him softly, “Husband, please, don’t do it.
You will wake up Ryan.
Tomorrow night, I’ll listen to you.
Tomorrow night, you can do whatever you want.”