My Beastly Husband

t in relief as her p*ssy was stretched to the limit.
It seemed like she was feeling both pleasure and pain.

“So tight, baby.
Loosen up.” Chelsea gasped, resisting the desire to rampage inside her.
He lowered his head and took the tip of one of her n*pples.
He nibbled on it, making small, shallow thrusts, and slowly waited for her to get used to it.

“Ah! Mmm.
Ah.” Moussa got weak from his impaling.
His rare gentle movements made her p*ssy even wetter, and her whole body softened into a puddle beneath him.

“You feel better? Well, how sweet you sound!” Chelsea felt more and more water flowing from her p*ssy and thought it was time.
He pushed his waist up and shoved it in hard.
The huge stick was pushed into her cervix before he could stop.

“Ah!” A kind of illusion to be penetrated made Moussa let out a loud cry.
The snow-white softness on her chest also shook violently with it.

“Scream louder, baby.
I love to hear you scream.” Chelsea tightened his grip on her waist.
No longer suppressing his desire, Chelsea’s ferocious movements pushed her back and forth.
The thick, long stick kept pounding deeper and deeper, bringing out a considerable amount of fluid with each entry and exit, making constant sounds.

Every time he pushed hard her p*ssy, she screamed.
Her p*ssy was so tight that each thrust required a lot of force to open up the layers of the soft but tight flesh.
Every time he pulled out, it was like a million little mouths were sucking hard on his rod.
It was such superb enjoyment that Chelsea couldn’t be gentle.

“You are so f*cked, baby.
You are so f*cked! You are a very good girl.” Chelsea gradually felt that it was not enough, so he put her legs on his shoulders, roaring furiously with even wilder strokes and thrusts.

“Ah ah ah ah!” Moussa had been distracted by his manipulation and could not beg for mercy.
She shook her head wildly, her small hands clutching the animal skin beneath her as if she would be knocked out if she let go.

At the end of the day, Moussa had been tormented and cried out, “Chelsea.
Spare me.
Oooh.
I’m dying.
Ah!”

Her small face was flushed, both legs were wide open, and her eyes were dazed.
She helplessly endured Chelsea’s insatiable and fierce thrusts.
The sensitive and delicate inner walls of her p*ssy were roughly stretched by his huge glans again and again.
The painful and numbing stimulation made her tremble once again.

Her p*ssy contracted violently, “Ah!” Moussa let out a long moan and arched her body as hard as she could as she came.

Chelsea finally couldn’t hold back and roared, shooting off in a rolling stream.